Sad Arse Strippah Testo
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Testo Sad Arse Strippah
Jentina... this is not a dream...
IT'S A F**KIN' NIGHTMARE YOU BITCH!
wanna wanna wanna b wanna b whatever what the f**k?
You was born in a caravan,
That don't make you ghetto
I see more ghetto in posh spice's stiletto
You chat like a blonde but i swear you're a brunette
When's your career endin'?
Tell me as soon as
'cause your f**kin' annoyin' my ears with your bullshit walk and bullshit talk and crack head dances!
and you didn't get crap advances Your record label's dumb for signing a fitch who can tracks her bum who's still askin her mum "whats cum?" your fake and you look k-cut try wearing less make-up you got a quiff like elvis
how can you sell this escalade, st. tropez What escalade!?
i saw you drivin' a Nissan Sunny down Peckham way. wanna wanna wanna b wanna b sad arse strippah in a messed-up way
Get out the car 'n' drop your hairsprays wanna wanna wanna wanna b wanna b sad arse stripper in a messed-up way,
how the fuck did you get airplay? fuckin' fake, fuckin' fake, fuckin' fake, fuckin' fake
Jenny from da block more like jenny from a flock of pidgeons
What class A drug did they put in your chicken
you're all spazin out in the video like you're trippin'
Incase your mum gave birth while she was strippin'
Shuka Shake, shake and brake your hips and fall out of your caravan right into a ditch, bitch!
[chorus]
wanna wanna wanna b wanna b fu**kin' fake, fu**kin' fake
wanna wanna wanna b wanna b sad arse strippah in a messed-up way
get out the car and drop your hairsprays wanna wanna wanna wanna b wanna b sad arse strippah in a messed-up way
How the f**k did you get airplay?
fu**kin' fake, f**kin' fake [x2]
I have come to f**k up your career, Bitch
don't fuck around with this titch, yeah!
I have come to really take the piss
And you will take this lyrical diss!
(happy birthday!) [repeat chorus]
Ah, yeah! You've been chattin' 'bout ya gucci thongs
but how many weeks, bitch have you had it on (ewww!) I can tell by your dances
that it's somewhere stuck up your bum (ewww!) [repeat chorus]
burberry... St. Tropez...
when you gonna learn to speak properly?!
Who gives a shit anyway?
Just some dirty ol' men in cell block H
f**kin' fake, f**kin' fake, f**kin' fake, f**kin' fake
[repeat chorus]
[chorus]
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