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Lady Leshurr – R.I.P. Lyrics

They don't want it with the queen man, nah

All these porky pies
Why am I not surprised?
Who got their V broken on Valentine's?
Look me in the eyes
And tell me that is lies
But you won't 'cause you already know that you're a joke
And you're broke, you ain't got enough dough to be involved
Shut your trap trap trap trap, mute it
Head's like a football, boot it
I don't know why you really wanna do this
But R.I.P. to your music
Way too opp, no peace, no deucage
You're a likkle beg, beggars can't be choosers
Hit them with the new ting, call it exclusive
Don't need backing, I can do it in acoustic (Raggo!)
I'll Billie Jean that gyal, moonwalk on her, she will get bad up
Gyal a get a slap 'pon da head back, neckback get tan up
You're a big girl now, stand up
Don't call for me, get rang up
How do you mean that ain't all fibs?
Swear on your life now, hand up
Tell the truth, beg you stop yapping away
Lie so much should give your mattress away
You can feel me like the clap and the bass
Bars hurt like a slap in the face
What! I'ma do some damage today
Shopping bags, I've got ten bags in the safe
You need Jesus baby, you need rebuking
Oh Lord get to grabbing the faith
Like Jesus please forgive me for the sinning
My Jesus piece don't mean that I believe him
It's creeping up and karma has been given
I leave them shaking like they're Lil' Kimming
Do this for my sisters, all my women
It could be genetics or the denim
I'ma keep on shining, keep on winning
So move from me with your insidious spirit

Gyal are running their lips together, you ain't a has been
I was never into you but I made you bend over like WSTRN
But you're a virgin

Don't try act like your perfect
Get a 9-5 it's not working
Big mouth must've went to see a surgeon
I've been on the road they're still learning
Fake news, remix the old version
These bars here have got dem all nervous
Spin a gyal lopsided topsy turvy
Disrespect the Queen you will get a murkage
You can't even afford to get a mortgage
Too hot really I'm scorching I'm a torch 'em
You are dead as a corpse you're where the morgue is
You large nah, you're smaller than a dwarf is
Louboutins you sure you can afford it?
They didn't send you that you went out and bought it
I heard your new tune I just paused it
Eject it and fling it weh!
All of them want my signature
Look money up front just bring it deh!
No gyal can sit in this chair
Don't speak up the lingo literature
No beef, got no stake in the house
I do it big they're baby amounts
When I bite it hurts too fake in your mouth
I'm worth half a mill' you're change in the couch
Go check that
My brand, don't try wreck that
When I pull up it's a wrap no Xmas
You'll feel it in your belly like you're pregnant
Likkle gyal step back
Tutus, take that
Bars knock 'em out now they ain't conscious
Going on rude, going on obnoxious
Punchlines punch off their mouth like boxers

I see me, I see me
And I see you, too
You're annoying
Like when I went in my iPhone and I seen U2
They won't holla
They won't bark, tell 'em woof woof
If they wanna send them shots tell 'em boom boom
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Songwriters: Melesha O'Garro

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