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letra de illegal rap - thequeezyduck

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(to all the colleges out there, this is a fictional piece of literature. any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.)

(chorus)

got no girls on my telephone
so i got my bottle of chloroform
now they all be at my home

they always calling me bad
but i got a bomb in my bag
now they run away like rats
(lil’ queez)

oh my god, it’s the queezy flavour
break you more than my heart which i gave her

bars hit hard, put you in a deep coma
your rhymes fake, like your internet persona

punching p, yung salt in thе house
no chance of you getting a spousе

i got no limits, you little timid
i bet i’ll finish you in minutes, now dj spin it

eating steak and cheese for my feast
droppin bombs but it ain’t the middle east

run into the bank with my piece, no police
ask for the cheese, count and crease, account increased

if you was a triangle, you’d be obtuse
cause your belly be bigger than your hypotenuse

jeejo – (ok queezy, we done, anything else for us)
nah i got nothing, lets get to the chorus
(chorus)

got no girls on my telephone
so i got my bottle of chloroform
now they all be at my home

they always calling me bad
but i got a bomb in my bag
now they run away like rats

(yung salt)

i spit hot bars quite fast and eloquently
while you touch ‘cupcakes’ at the elementary

i was raised in binley eating at the ‘mega chippy’
if i see an opp, then i dispose of him quickly

all my opps are quite daft and plastered
while my knife sk!lls are entirely mastered

i bomb my toilet like the ira
i say i’m getting milk but i’m driving far away

my game so smooth like cheddar cheese
i don’t drink lean but earl grey tea
when i’m online, i tell people touch grass
but you’re on house arrest for the girls you harass

pull up to parliament with the conservative party
nick the wallet of the labour mp

leave you in the backrooms like boris left europe
head to yer mum’s cus we’re ‘aving a hook-up

(punching p)

hol up, that a cop i hear?
like yo dad i’m bout to disappear

on the highway, with my mind clear, got a cold beer
right here, fifth gear, like a brigadier

grasp my money, in my arms, while i munch on lucky charms
at the farms, hear alarms, and pull out my firearms

when i read the classics, like the wimpy kid
makes me want to steal, 160,000 quid

ditch my car, gas too high anyway
you mess with us, you won’t live another day

they really after us, i’mma hop on a plane
the asylum’s not for me, i’m not really insane

got to do this quickly, don’t want this going bad
asked for four parachutes, and two hundred racks

land in a small town, cops all around, things going down
lose my crown, with a frown, thumbs down

(chorus)

got no girls on my telephone
so i got my bottle of chloroform
now they all be at my home

they always calling me bad
but i got a bomb in my bag
now they run away like rats

- thequeezyduck

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