Lady Leshurr Queen’s Speech 7 Lyrics

Check this, your baby mum’s got ten kids

Tea, Tetleys, make a bigger impact than Brexit

Flow’s too much expensive

You’ll get a jab, no tetanus

Put them in their place, that’s Tetris

I beg you talk to your bredrin

Who do you think you are?

I’m a bad gyal from the island

You know how to post tweets

But don’t know how to flush the toilet

You ain’t half smelly

My bars touch the kids like…

So bow down, damn it

You’re fake, Bow Wow challenge

If your beard don’t connect then neither will we

So please don’t get no wild thoughts ’cause you’re not RiRi

Look, Kylie you weren’t that colour, stop

I made her burn like Usher, what?

Forgot to turn that cooker off

I be the girldem sugar (Pop!)

I be the mandem sugar

You need to calm down fella (Pop!)

I make you hot, Mayweather

Punch lines will knock you out, McGreggor (Pop!)

Side note bar, your girlfriend looks like Sideshow Bob

And this might sound harsh

But you ain’t wavy, your eyebrows are

Filter gyal dem

Nobody can tell me nothing

No no no no way

Nobody can tell me nothing

No no no no way

You need to spray your armpits

You’re stinking up the place

What a disgrace

I hit them up like rah!

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

You’ll get roasted, peanuts

Married to the game, no pre nup

They’re pressed, screenshot

Just keep your voice low, T-Boz

Bare mouth, beatbox

You’re such a jar, sweet shop

Grab that guitar, Ed Sheeran

I wish a gal would, no treetop

Certain gal only clean their house when a man is coming around

Holding money in your pictures

But you can’t give your mum ten pound

Don’t start with me it won’t end well

Who stood up when Grenfell?

Where’s all the money we raised then?

Theresa May is a wasteman

No lie, no lie, no lie you know

Please don’t take no shots at me

We need more gun control

I’m the Queen, you know that’s facts

Don’t take gyal for no Postman Pat

Been a good year but I’m so damn bad

Trust me, swear down, I know Roadman Shaq

But the bars go skidddaaa, pap pap pap pap pap

They will get run like a tap tap tap

I make the place go brap brap brap

Yas, she did that, hairline gone, wig snatched

They don’t want it with Lesha

I’ll spin a man on Fifa!

Nobody can tell me nothing

No no no no way

Nobody can tell me nothing

No no no no way

You need to spray your armpits

You’re stinking up the place

What a disgrace

I hit them up like rah!

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?