Текст Lady Leshurr – Queen’s Speech 7
Текст:
Check this, your baby mum’s got ten kids
Tea, Tetleys, make a bigger impact than Brexit
Flow’s too much expensive
You’ll get a jab, no tetanus
I beg you talk to your bredrin
Who do you think you are?
I’m a bad gyal from the island
You know how to post tweets
But don’t know how to flush the toilet
You ain’t half smelly
My bars touch the kids like…
So bow down, damn it
You’re fake, Bow Wow challenge
If your beard don’t connect then neither will we
So please don’t get no wild thoughts ’cause you’re not RiRi
Look, Kylie you weren’t that colour, stop
I made her burn like Usher, what?
Forgot to turn that cooker off
I be the girldem sugar (Pop!)
I be the mandem sugar
You need to calm down fella (Pop!)
I make you hot, Mayweather
Punch lines will knock you out, McGreggor (Pop!)
Side note bar, your girlfriend looks like Sideshow Bob
And this might sound harsh
But you ain’t wavy, your eyebrows are
Filter gyal dem
Nobody can tell me nothing
No no no no way
No no no no way
You need to spray your armpits
You’re stinking up the place
What a disgrace
I hit them up like rah!
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
You’ll get roasted, peanuts
Married to the game, no pre nup
They’re pressed, screenshot
Just keep your voice low, T-Boz
Bare mouth, beatbox
You’re such a jar, sweet shop
Grab that guitar, Ed Sheeran
I wish a gal would, no treetop
Certain gal only clean their house when a man is coming around
Holding money in your pictures
But you can’t give your mum ten pound
Don’t start with me it won’t end well
Who stood up when Grenfell?
Where’s all the money we raised then?
Theresa May is a wasteman
No lie, no lie, no lie you know
Please don’t take no shots at me
We need more gun control
I’m the Queen, you know that’s facts
Don’t take gyal for no Postman Pat
Been a good year but I’m so damn bad
Trust me, swear down, I know Roadman Shaq
But the bars go skidddaaa, pap pap pap pap pap
They will get run like a tap tap tap
I make the place go brap brap brap
Yas, she did that, hairline gone, wig snatched
They don’t want it with Lesha
I’ll spin a man on Fifa!
Nobody can tell me nothing
No no no no way
Nobody can tell me nothing
No no no no way
You need to spray your armpits
You’re stinking up the place
What a disgrace
I hit them up like rah!
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?