Oliver Francis - Princess Sweatshirt lyrics
Oliver Francis [Alexander Francis Kelly] Columbia, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Oliver Francis - Princess Sweatshirt lyrics]
Fucking version of this
But no one did it justice, so
Here we go
Ugh
Tell your bitch to stop complaining
'bout her achy tit's
Her body is a temple I don't give a fuck
I'm atheist
Make me stop, make me, bitch
She mad because I taped the shit
And sent the tape to Ace and Taco
Helps 'em fucking 'bate to it
Master, master, pretty bitch basher
Black and white bitch
Mixed like she moo and
Chew grass or somethin'
Sorta like the shit
I guess I'd kinda like my bitch
If she wasn't a dyke
Motorcyclist with Tyson lisp
Wolf Gang on that "drive
Without a license" shit
On that "take Shake and Meka necks
And fuckin' slice them shit's"
Oh, how nice now
You wanna say you like the shit
Because you bruised up, your neck sliced
And I ain't icing shit
Show me a rapper my age that
Say he nice as this
And I'll show you a faggot that
Say he hate Barbara Streisand flicks
Show me a rapper my age that
Say he nice as this
And I'll show you a faggot that
Say he hate Barbara Streisand flicks
Me and Berman swervin' in the jeep
I'm a nice guy in person
But a pervert in the sheets
And I'm magic with the words
Murder Merlin over beats
Make the competition kiss the fuckin' curb
And then they weep
And then they drop