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loser club – the british are coming! lyrics

[intro: dossy]
uh, b+tches be british uh, b+tches be
ay huh, b+tches be, huh
b+tches be british uh
uh, b+tches be uh
b+tches be uh, b+tches be uh what
huh, b+tches be uh, b+tches be uh
b+tches be

[pre+chorus: jimmy]
b+tches they be british
if you send, then you’ll be f+cking finished
they call us a “boy” band cause we get no b+tches (none)
and if your not with us you be getting stitches
b+tches they be british
if you send, then you’ll be f+cking finished
they call us a “boy” band cause we get no b+tches (none)
and if your not with us you be getting stitches
[chorus: dossy]
watch out, the british are coming
musket, buck t++th, send all the b+tches running
crumpets, tea, biscuits, incoming
i just saw yo mom and that lass look stunning
i just popped a perc with the queen, not stopping
roast dinner, fish and chips, b+tch got options
flat cap, boots and trench, i’m copping
crashed our boats, call that sh+t double docking

[verse 1: dossy]
pull up wit a sword, i’ma slice a b+tch a haircut (ay)
snipe indian b+tches, i don’t need no f+cking red dot
f+cking in disabled, i don’t really wanna get caught (nah)
when i’m spitting the flame, i leave the f+cking spread on
cause i’m gonna spread yo b+tch cheeks, on this meat
she call me up like 6 weeks
she tells me, that i didn’t use no jimmy’s (no jimmy’s)
wait hold up, sh+t, i think i got s to the td’s
what b+tch, what b+tch
i’m bare booty naked up in this sh+t (yep)
like i invade her p+ssy like i am the brits (on god)
if you talking that sh+t well you gon get this sh+t mm
run yo muhf+cking pockets (b+tch)
jimbo and dossy, n0body can stop us (facts)
when i drop tracks i can give you one promise
it will be good because i am no novice b+tch
[pre+chorus: jimmy]
b+tches they be british
if you send, then you’ll be f+cking finished
they call us a “boy” band cause we get no b+tches (none)
and if your not with us you be getting stitches (uh)
b+tches they be british
if you send, then you’ll be f+cking finished
they call us a “boy” band cause we get no b+tches (none)
and if your not with us you be getting stitches (yuh)

[chorus: dossy]
watch out, the british are coming
musket, buck t++th, send all the b+tches running
crumpets, tea, biscuits, incoming
i just saw yo mom and that lass look stunning
i just popped a perc with the queen, not stopping
roast dinner, fish and chips, b+tch got options
flat cap, boots and trench, i’m copping
crashed our boats, call that sh+t double docking

[verse 2: jimmy]
pull up on them lassies with the musket, just it
then bend them over, hit them from the back like the b+tt s+x
pick her up and take her to the uk, ok
down her pants, she got a d+ck like you g+y, b+tch made
hit her with the hook made fist
and she kissing on my tip for the tea and crumpets
you know she proper fit, and my d+ck she loves it
her f+nny smell like fish, so i flee and run sh+t
she saying innit, and on my d+ck she be spinning
and her mans is p+ssed so i hand him 10 quid
but he throws it at me so i know i’m finished
man the girl was clarted, not worth it innit
so i’m running down the street and i’m knackered (yuh)
this mans got no t++th and that’s facts man (yuh)
condom on my d+ck and my sack man (yuh)
my face in her cherries like pac+man (yuh)
[pre+chorus: jimmy]
b+tches they be british
if you send, then you’ll be f+cking finished
they call us a “boy” band cause we get no b+tches (none)
and if your not with us you be getting stitches
b+tches they be british
if you send, then you’ll be f+cking finished
they call us a “boy” band cause we get no b+tches (none)
and if your not with us you be getting stitches

- loser club lyrics

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