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letra de the british are coming! - loser club

[intro: dossy]
uh, b-tches be british uh, b-tches be
ay huh, b-tches be, huh
b-tches be british uh
uh, b-tches be uh
b-tches be uh, b-tches be uh what
huh, b-tches be uh, b-tches be uh
b-tches be

[pre-chorus: jimmy]
b-tches they be british
if you send, then you’ll be f-cking finished
they call us a “boy” band cause we get no b-tches (none)
and if your not with us you be getting stitches
b-tches they be british
if you send, then you’ll be f-cking finished
they call us a “boy” band cause we get no b-tches (none)
and if your not with us you be getting stitches
[chorus: dossy]
watch out, the british are coming
musket, buck t–th, send all the b-tches running
crumpets, tea, biscuits, incoming
i just saw yo mom and that lass look stunning
i just popped a perc with the queen, not stopping
roast dinner, fish and chips, b-tch got options
flat cap, boots and trench, i’m copping
crashed our boats, call that sh-t double docking

[verse 1: dossy]
pull up wit a sword, i’ma slice a b-tch a haircut (ay)
snipe indian b-tches, i don’t need no f-cking red dot
f-cking in disabled, i don’t really wanna get caught (nah)
when i’m spitting the flame, i leave the f-cking spread on
cause i’m gonna spread yo b-tch cheeks, on this meat
she call me up like 6 weeks
she tells me, that i didn’t use no jimmy’s (no jimmy’s)
wait hold up, sh-t, i think i got s to the td’s
what b-tch, what b-tch
i’m bare booty naked up in this sh-t (yep)
like i invade her p-ssy like i am the brits (on god)
if you talking that sh-t well you gon get this sh-t mm
run yo muhf-cking pockets (b-tch)
jimbo and dossy, n0body can stop us (facts)
when i drop tracks i can give you one promise
it will be good because i am no novice b-tch
[pre-chorus: jimmy]
b-tches they be british
if you send, then you’ll be f-cking finished
they call us a “boy” band cause we get no b-tches (none)
and if your not with us you be getting stitches (uh)
b-tches they be british
if you send, then you’ll be f-cking finished
they call us a “boy” band cause we get no b-tches (none)
and if your not with us you be getting stitches (yuh)

[chorus: dossy]
watch out, the british are coming
musket, buck t–th, send all the b-tches running
crumpets, tea, biscuits, incoming
i just saw yo mom and that lass look stunning
i just popped a perc with the queen, not stopping
roast dinner, fish and chips, b-tch got options
flat cap, boots and trench, i’m copping
crashed our boats, call that sh-t double docking

[verse 2: jimmy]
pull up on them lassies with the musket, just it
then bend them over, hit them from the back like the b-tt s-x
pick her up and take her to the uk, ok
down her pants, she got a d-ck like you g-y, b-tch made
hit her with the hook made fist
and she kissing on my tip for the tea and crumpets
you know she proper fit, and my d-ck she loves it
her f-nny smell like fish, so i flee and run sh-t
she saying innit, and on my d-ck she be spinning
and her mans is p-ssed so i hand him 10 quid
but he throws it at me so i know i’m finished
man the girl was clarted, not worth it innit
so i’m running down the street and i’m knackered (yuh)
this mans got no t–th and that’s facts man (yuh)
condom on my d-ck and my sack man (yuh)
my face in her cherries like pac-man (yuh)
[pre-chorus: jimmy]
b-tches they be british
if you send, then you’ll be f-cking finished
they call us a “boy” band cause we get no b-tches (none)
and if your not with us you be getting stitches
b-tches they be british
if you send, then you’ll be f-cking finished
they call us a “boy” band cause we get no b-tches (none)
and if your not with us you be getting stitches

- loser club

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