- BVDLVD D!CKHEAD 歌詞
- Prop BVDLVD
- Man just I’m sat here beginning to losing control
I kinda wish my ex B died I won’t console
When I say I’m climbing thru the ranks I want god tho
If you want the smoke I’ll smack ya Fag right out ya gob bro
loud pack landed Imma Bill it up
Fill it up, Lean I’m ****ed
My Brain just did a ****ing wheel up
I just came in crashing like a bull and you the tea cup
Bill it with my *****
We Doing 2cb and seeing stuff
I ain’t playing even so Steven can suck my *****
You leaching and ****ing preaching
Now shut the **** up Uh
If a ****head got me drunk enough
I’d slump a cunt For ****ing nothing uh
And I don’t give no ****ed no more (no more)
Two ****s you ain’t getting no more (no more)
Two ****s you ain’t getting no more
I put my pen to the pad if the pen writes crud then the pen is the punk to be blamed
I’ll back my ***** if a ***** beef her
Imma back my bad b’s every claim
And don’t don’t like them man that act like they do bits when they out on stage
Some ****in *****s wanna act too tough
Call bluff
Man just I’m sat here beginning to losing control
I kinda wish my ex B died I won’t console
When I say I’m climbing thru the ranks I want god tho
If you want the smoke I’ll smack ya Fag right out ya gob bro
loud pack landed Imma Bill it up
Fill it up, Lean I’m ****ed
My Brain just did a ****ing wheel up
I just came in crashing like a bull and you the tea cup
Bill it with my *****
We Doing 2cb and seeing stuff
Uh
Imma mo ****in ****head
I **** up anything I jump on
Bad lad run up on the beat and beat it man
I don’t even no ****s My drugs got me up in a place of leaning man
So Why you gotta poke your nose up my arse like one of them covid screenings cuz
Too many man just cat cat cat cat cat
*****os got me heated fam
If you got the ***** to send my friend then do it
I’ll leave you leakin harder than my singles when I preview it
I might just **** up the Rap game dats how the UK do it
Man just got back from a break and now these rappers wanna start shit uh
Since September I been laughing
I’m to busy blowin up, Bin lard din
Businessman, dutty trim, named Tarquin
That’s your dad, And you know it
Your a smart kid
***** I’m right on target, I’m focused right now
Gonna shell till I see that claret, I’ll back it
Mana roll will malice and madness
You ain’t got that badlad flow
Like Imma ****ing punk
Like imma mo ****ing ****head man
Imma back to back hand
Slap ya nan man (slap ya nan man)
**** this madness
Kick back, Leave it to the dogs
Man I’m coming for the big racks
And Feed it to stocks
Man I’m getting more than interest
I fascinate the gods
Man I’m getting all them big checks
And give it to the squad
I’ll give any man a left hook
If you cap or jack my flow
I’ll hit you with that textbook
Bally on or Bally off I’ll leave you with ya next crook
***** wanna square up
But can’t even hold a press up
Look at me and tell me to my face that I ain’t next up
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