BVDLVD - D!CKHEAD

PROP, who made it?
So, I'm back (I'm back, back, bitch)
Yah, and this one's called "D!CKHEAD"

Ma Ma Ma Ma Man, I'm just sat here beginning to lose control
Ki Ki Ki Kinda wish my ex B died, I won't console
Wh Wh Wh When I say I'm climbing through the ranks
I want God though
If you want the smoke, I'll smack the fag right out your gob, bro
Loud pack landed, I'mma bill it up, fill it up, lean, I'm fucked
My br br brain just d d d d d did a fuckin' wheel up
I just came in crashing like a bull and you the tea cup
Bill it with my bitch, we doing 2C-B and seeing stuff

I 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 a fuck 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
I'ma back my bad B's every claim
And don't, like them man that act like
They do bits when they out on a stage
Some fucking procks wanna act too tough
Call buff

Ma Ma Ma Ma Man, I'm just sat here beginning to lose control
Ki Ki Ki Kinda wish my ex B died, I won't console
Wh Wh Wh When I say I'm climbing through the ranks
I want God though
If you want the smoke, I'll smack the fag right out your gob, bro
Loud pack landed, I'mma bill it up, fill it up, lean, I'm fucked
My br br brain just d d d d d did a fuckin' wheel up
I just came in crashing like a bull and you the tea cup
Bill it with my bitch, we doing 2C-B and seeing stuff

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (it's dickhead)
Yeah, yeah (it's dickhead)
Yeah, yeah (it's dickhead, it's dickhe-)

I'm a mo fucking dickhead
I fuck up anything I jump on
BVDLVD 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 screening cuz?
Too many man just cat cat cat cat cat
Pussies got me heated, fam
If you the ball to send my friend then do it
I'll leave you leaking gared than my singles when i preview it
I might just fuck up the rap game, that's 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 too busy blowing up, Bin Laden, uh
Businessman, dutty trim, named Tarquin, uh
That's your dad and you know it, you're a smart kid
Bitch, I'm right on the target, I'm focused right now
Gonna shell 'till I see that claret, I'll back it
When I roll with malice and madness
You ain't got that BVDLVD flow
Like I'm a mo fucking punk
Like I'm a mo fucking dickhead man
I'm back to backhand
Slap your nan man (Slap your nan man)

Fuck 2020
2020 be shit, fuck that shit
Ey, yeah, yeah

Fuck this madness
Ki Ki Kick back, leave it to the dogs
Man, I'm coming for the big racks and feed it to the 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 baly off, I'll leave you with your 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

PROP, who made it?

Written by:
Joshua Pearman, George Budworth

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Lyrics © Sentric Music

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