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BVDLVD – D!CKHEAD Lyrics

D!CKHEAD Lyrics – 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 fucked
My Brain just did a fucking wheel up
I just came in crashing like a bull and you the tea cup
Bill it with my bitch
We Doing 2cb and seeing stuff

I ain’t playing even so Steven can suck my semen
You leaching and fucking preaching
Now shut the fuck up Uh
If a dickhead got me drunk enough
I’d slump a cunt For fucking nothing uh
And I don’t give no fucked no more (no more)
Two fucks you ain’t getting no more (no more)
Two fucks 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 bitch if a bitch 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 fuckin pricks 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 fucked
My Brain just did a fucking wheel up
I just came in crashing like a bull and you the tea cup
Bill it with my bitch
We Doing 2cb and seeing stuff

Uh
Imma mo fuckin dickhead
I fuck up anything I jump on
Bad lad run up on the beat and beat it man
I don’t even give no fucks 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
Pussios got me heated fam
If you got the balls to send my friend then do it
I’ll leave you leakin harder than my singles when I preview it
I might just fuck 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 lardin
Businessman, dutty trim, named Tarquin
That’s your dad, And you know it
Your a smart kid
Bitch 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 fucking punk
Like imma mo fucking dickhead man
Imma back to back hand
Slap ya nan man (slap ya nan man)

Fuck 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
Pussy 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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