Lady Leshurr - R.I.P lyrics

[Intro: Lady Leshurr] They don't want it with the queen man, nah [Verse 1: Lady Leshurr] All these porkie 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 ba** 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 Idiot [Bridge: Lady Leshurr] 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 [Verse 2: Lady Leshurr]s 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 Nonsense Bars knock 'em out now they ain't conscious Going on rude, going on obnoxious Punchlines punch off their mouth like boxers [Outro: Lady Leshurr] 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