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the british are mournin' - loser club lyrics

[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 lyrics

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