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letra de the british are mournin' - loser club

[refrain: dossy]
rest in peace the queen, i really miss that d-mn b-tch, uh
now we got king charles iii, his brother touches kids, uh (okay)
king ain’t payin’ tax, so he made some stacks, and dollars and cheques b-tch
ain’t poppin’ no percs with the queen anymore, cause that b-tch so dead, so breathlеss
[verse 1: dossy]
when the queen dropped dеad, now the king got bread
and he got some hookers, that’s money, well spent
but he never got a b-n-r, never make a b-tch a moaner
now he lookin’ like a yoghurt with that white ass head
like please b-tch, can we get lizzy back
aw, geez b-tch, let ya hear this feedback
suck deez b-tch, let ya know, glizzy sag
would you f-ck the queen? necrophiliac

[verse 2: jimbo]
cryin cryin, the queen is dyin’ and
she flyin’ high, teardrops in my eyes
eyes pouring mourning got me screaming why
like jesus, god why did lizzy die?
like holy f-cking sh-t the f-cking queen is f-cking dead b-tch
dropped dead in the night, big surprise, unexpected
haven’t stopped crying, gonna chew on some lead b-tch
no top in the morning, not writing no cheques sh-t

[chorus: jimbo]
oh my god, the queen is f-cking dead
she left in the morning she forgot to give me head (okay)
b-tches they be british and the queen has got the bread (stacks!)
my love is for the queen and her assh0l- i will spread (wide open!)
[refrain: dossy]
rest in peace the queen, i really miss that d-mn b-tch, uh
now we got king charles iii, his brother touches kids, uh (okay)
king ain’t payin’ tax, so he made some stacks, and dollars and cheques b-tch
ain’t poppin’ no percs with the queen anymore, cause that b-tch so dead, so breathless

[verse 3: jimbo]
so breathless, perplexed b-tch
boy charles is next sh-t, code red b-tch
and his brother has a full blow p-ss fetish
when he has a shower it’s golden okay
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
man i miss the queen, that b-tch in heaven
if heaven was under, 6ft exactly
zeus rains his thunder, while i hit her back cheeks

[verse 4: dossy]
why is the queen f-ckin’ dead b-tch, uh
no top in the mournin’, no head sh-t, uh
legs like fire, b-tch i’ll spread this, uh
and my hands around throat, like necklace, uh
b-tch gonna drop lots, and i’ll pop rocks
gettin’ top in the drop top, then the bop stops
cause the queen f-ckin’ died, man that b-tch was my bride
but i still f-ckin’ hit, that’s a b-tch creampied
[outro: jimbo & dossy]
oh my god, the queen is f-cking dead
she left in the morning she forgot to give me head
b-tches they be british and the queen has got the bread
my love is for the queen and her assh0l- i will spread

- loser club

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