Lyrics:
Brit, brit, brit, brit
Brit like Britpop
Brit, brit, brit, brit
Brit like Britpop
Brit, brit, brit, brit
Brit like Britpop
Brit, brit, brit
leavers
It's gonna be off the hook
But I just wanna lay under
The northern sky with you
Until our lips turn from red to white to blue
Brit summer
i make them boys bow down
whenever i come around
cant help but cause a crowd
because im single now
brit brit brit brit britney
baby
yeah i know
know, I like what I've found
Yeah well I know, I like what I've found
Yeah well I know, I like what I've found
Brits on tour
The world is ours
That's
Ay maaaaaan
Thiiiss shiiii bussssin'
Been sittin in my house smoking
Brits pulling up ay I don't care
Long as I get more opium that's fair
Imma swing
Bad brit',
Wit' the mit',
Where you at?
Why you loading up the gat?
What you doing with that bat naw?
Bad brit',
Wit' the mit',
Where you at?
Why you
used before
The Brit's are lookin' worried
And they're got to worry more
Tiocfaidh ár lá! Sing up the 'RA!
SAM Missiles in the sky
I started out with
came from London (She came from London)
Her name is Brit (Her name is Brit)
Fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Fuck it up (Fuck it up)
I pull it out (I pull it out)
Everybody saying that the Brits are weird
Everybody saying we're eccentric
Everybody saying that it's just not right
But I've got to say I don't see
before
The Brit's are looking worried - and
Their going to worry more!
I started off with petrol bomb
And throwing bricks and stones
With a 100 more lads
Ain't no daddy round here
To coach her
Fourteen but
She looks twenty
Men spending on the daily
Pregnant
A baby with a baby
Her daughter named Brit
Only
be just coming over
Brit, I heard that he was saying he's still in love with you, and
Brit, I heard he said he could stay if he wanted to,
horizons!"
But now and then they're right
And we all lose our minds
Fighting over who can climb in
With the pies in Iceland
Brit's can't survive in
Anything
zprava lítaj třísky
Nabroušený břit
Lemmy právě dopil whisky
Motorová hlava navždy bude žít
Zleva zprava lítaj třísky
Nabroušený břit
Lemmy právě dopil
You still working on me though
Alright alright
Yes Lord
Can I still get Litty?
Ok
I Love you too
Lit Brit
(Next is a trip to Bermuda
We bout
Sorry for the wait like Wayne
About time you heard my pain
Good Brit Mad Country waves
Good chick gonna come my way
But the bad ones in my way
She
Young Brits in the crowd as their
Wandering down towards the pitch
In anger chanting and yelling out loud.
If you knew what I knew you would be so
out of it
McFlurry
McFlurry
McFlurry
McFlurry
I got a Brit Award
I got a Brit Award
I got a Brit Award
I got a Brit Award
No surrender
No surrender
to the trees
Black wogs, black wogs
Your face Don't fit
Black wogs, black wogs
You ain't no Brit
Ahmed is a Paki, curry-coffee queer
Ten to a bed,
to the trees
Black wogs, black wogs
Your face Don't fit
Black wogs, black wogs
You ain't no Brit
Ahmed is a Paki, curry-coffee queer
Ten to a bed,
something but I have no way to find you
I'll write it out I'll sing out loud I know some people passing through
So if they see Brit tell her, tell her thank
Bbw, Bbw, Bbw, Geah, ha, ha
Wit a big azz like Brit azz, cute in the face like Ty, fuck some slim fast
Wit a big azz like Brit azz, cute in the face
Coalition 4
Prussia really wanted war
But then I liked the Russian dude
He was so cool and was so cute
But I had to deal with the Brits
They controlled trade
Fucked by a Brit
Got a God almighty dick
A Brixton tea Party
British
Fucked by a brit
God almighty dick
Oi Bruva
Why don't you hop in the bin
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