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loser club - the british are mournin' كلمات الأغنية

[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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