You're an opp
You're not one of us (No)
You don't mess with Heisen-Bros
Or the Hesien-Brits
Alright, hold up
I finna get a blade
This is preposterous
Antonio Vivaldi on the track (Unbelievable)
Turn this up real quick
Alright
I'm feelin' this
God save the Queen!
Got the opps runnin' from this classical beat (you know it)
Got your girl cumming from this classical meat (its so big)
Plow that bitch down like some classical wheat (plow that shit)
F*cked her in her ass in this classical suite
No need to bring a blicky, only need a knife
You know that bitch sticky, even though she is your wife
If we dont have a knife, you know we bring a sword
Like your girl, whos on her knees, your praying to the lord
You know I did her raw, like the face of a fjord
You know our blocks secure, like a VPN from Nord
And if you come in knocking on the mandems front door
You know we do your head in like the opps came before
You're sipping tea, but i'm sipping wok
I told her leave me be, but she's sucking on my cock
Whip that monster out, leaving her in shock
She spread that word round, ladies come to flock
Mouths all open like a gator or a croc
Bitch's pussy bald, call that bitch The Rock (Dwayne)
We got opps global from Sydney to Iraq
They'll need that f*ckin' medicare as if we were Barack
Speaking of America, you're all fat and obese
A light snack for you, to us a massive feast
We got the best youtubers, we'll show the recietps
We got Dan-TDM, but you have MrBeast
You drink soda, but we have fizz
When it comes to spitting were the best in the biz
Sit your ass down, eat some onion rings
Keep on dissing, keep on missing, we'll remain the kings
Your mom called me asking me to bone
So to get her off my ass I got a different a phone
Sent her to an island, location unknown,
I said "Good Luck Babe!" as if i'm Chappel Roan
Got the opps runnin' from this classical beat (you know it)
Got your girl cumming from this classical meat (its so big)
Plow that bitch down like some classical wheat (plow that shit)
F*cked her in her ass in this classical suite
Cmon' now.
Too easy innit' bruv.
Don't mess with us, we are the Heisen-Brits!
God save the queen.
On God.
Alright, pack your bags, get out.
London Forever.
HEISENBONES - CLASSICAL Lyrics
HEISENBONES - CLASSICAL Lyrics
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You're an opp
You're not one of us (No)
You don't mess with Heisen-Bros
Or the Hesien-Brits
Alright, hold up
I finna get a blade
This is preposterous
Antonio Vivaldi on the track (Unbelievable)
Turn this up real quick
Alright
I'm feelin' this
God save the Queen!
Got the opps runnin' from this classical beat (you know it)
Got your girl cumming from this classical meat (its so big)
Plow that bitch down like some classical wheat (plow that shit)
F*cked her in her ass in this classical suite
No need to bring a blicky, only need a knife
You know that bitch sticky, even though she is your wife
If we dont have a knife, you know we bring a sword
Like your girl, whos on her knees, your praying to the lord
You know I did her raw, like the face of a fjord
You know our blocks secure, like a VPN from Nord
And if you come in knocking on the mandems front door
You know we do your head in like the opps came before
You're sipping tea, but i'm sipping wok
I told her leave me be, but she's sucking on my cock
Whip that monster out, leaving her in shock
She spread that word round, ladies come to flock
Mouths all open like a gator or a croc
Bitch's pussy bald, call that bitch The Rock (Dwayne)
We got opps global from Sydney to Iraq
They'll need that f*ckin' medicare as if we were Barack
Speaking of America, you're all fat and obese
A light snack for you, to us a massive feast
We got the best youtubers, we'll show the recietps
We got Dan-TDM, but you have MrBeast
You drink soda, but we have fizz
When it comes to spitting were the best in the biz
Sit your ass down, eat some onion rings
Keep on dissing, keep on missing, we'll remain the kings
Your mom called me asking me to bone
So to get her off my ass I got a different a phone
Sent her to an island, location unknown,
I said "Good Luck Babe!" as if i'm Chappel Roan
Got the opps runnin' from this classical beat (you know it)
Got your girl cumming from this classical meat (its so big)
Plow that bitch down like some classical wheat (plow that shit)
F*cked her in her ass in this classical suite
Cmon' now.
Too easy innit' bruv.
Don't mess with us, we are the Heisen-Brits!
God save the queen.
On God.
Alright, pack your bags, get out.
London Forever.
You're not one of us (No)
You don't mess with Heisen-Bros
Or the Hesien-Brits
Alright, hold up
I finna get a blade
This is preposterous
Antonio Vivaldi on the track (Unbelievable)
Turn this up real quick
Alright
I'm feelin' this
God save the Queen!
Got the opps runnin' from this classical beat (you know it)
Got your girl cumming from this classical meat (its so big)
Plow that bitch down like some classical wheat (plow that shit)
F*cked her in her ass in this classical suite
No need to bring a blicky, only need a knife
You know that bitch sticky, even though she is your wife
If we dont have a knife, you know we bring a sword
Like your girl, whos on her knees, your praying to the lord
You know I did her raw, like the face of a fjord
You know our blocks secure, like a VPN from Nord
And if you come in knocking on the mandems front door
You know we do your head in like the opps came before
You're sipping tea, but i'm sipping wok
I told her leave me be, but she's sucking on my cock
Whip that monster out, leaving her in shock
She spread that word round, ladies come to flock
Mouths all open like a gator or a croc
Bitch's pussy bald, call that bitch The Rock (Dwayne)
We got opps global from Sydney to Iraq
They'll need that f*ckin' medicare as if we were Barack
Speaking of America, you're all fat and obese
A light snack for you, to us a massive feast
We got the best youtubers, we'll show the recietps
We got Dan-TDM, but you have MrBeast
You drink soda, but we have fizz
When it comes to spitting were the best in the biz
Sit your ass down, eat some onion rings
Keep on dissing, keep on missing, we'll remain the kings
Your mom called me asking me to bone
So to get her off my ass I got a different a phone
Sent her to an island, location unknown,
I said "Good Luck Babe!" as if i'm Chappel Roan
Got the opps runnin' from this classical beat (you know it)
Got your girl cumming from this classical meat (its so big)
Plow that bitch down like some classical wheat (plow that shit)
F*cked her in her ass in this classical suite
Cmon' now.
Too easy innit' bruv.
Don't mess with us, we are the Heisen-Brits!
God save the queen.
On God.
Alright, pack your bags, get out.
London Forever.
Writer: Austin Van Riper, Ethan Conboy
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid