The Cast of RuPaul's Drag Race UK, Season 3 - B.D.E. - Slice Girls lyrics

B.D.E. - Slice Girls

The Cast of RuPaul's Drag Race UK, Season 3

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Pop

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[Intro: Kitty Scott-Claus]
Silce Girls in the house
B.D.E
Let's go

[Verse 1: Krystal Versace]
Sex on legs
She’s the face and the grace
Big “uhhh”, tiny waist
I’m fiercer than fierce
I’m the queen of the queers
It’s Krystal with a K
Just sit back and watch me slay

[Verse 2: Charity Kase]
I-I-I-I-It’s Charity Kase
I am the glamour disgrace
The wicked witch of drag
Have I got snot on my face?
Yeah, I’m a sinner, gonna be a winner
All dressed up, lookin like the dogs dinner
I might be a bottom but it’s hard to top me
Come on Ru, give the crown to Charity

[Pre-Chorus]
Overcome all obstacles
Hop right over any wall
Do whatever it takes
And it's got a name

[Chorus]
B.D.E. I-I-I'm gonna bring big drag energy
B.D.E. I-I want you to sing big drag energy

[Verse 3: Scarlett Harlett]
The Cockney queen is in the house
Scarlett’s quiet like a mouse
Am I fuck, I’m going in more
The campest queen you ever saw
Hungry for more, well get this, scrub
All you other girls, get outta my pub
Fade into the background. Can’t relate
You think you’re going to beat me? Pffft, nah mate

[Pre- Chorus]
Overcome all obstacles
Hop right over any wall
Do whatever it takes
And it's got a name

[Chorus]
B.D.E. I-I-I'm gonna bring big drag energy
B.D.E. I-I want you to sing big drag energy
Doesn’t matter how hard, oh oh oh
Gonna shine like a star, oh oh oh
B.D.E. I-I-I'm gonna bring big drag energy

[Verse 4: Kitty Scott-Claus]
Lock up your dads, it’s Kitty Scott-Claus
Dancing ‘round the street, make you wet your drawers
Birmingham babe, moved to London town
Watch out huns, I need to snatch the crown
Material girl with the funnies and sass
Knockers for days and a real juicy hmmm
Bringing the camp to Season 3
Sweetie darling, it’s all about me

[Chorus]
B.D.E. I-I-I’m gonna bring big drag energy
B.D.E. I-I want you to sing big drag energy
Doesn’t matter how hard, oh oh oh
Gonna shine like a star, oh oh oh
B.D.E. I-I-I’m gonna bring big drag energy
B.D.E. I-I-I'm gonna bring big drag energy
B.D.E. I-I want you to sing big drag energy
Doesn’t matter how hard, oh oh oh
Gonna shine like a star, oh oh oh
B.D.E. I-I-I'm gonna bring big drag energy

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​cupcakKe - Marge Simpson lyrics

Marge Simpson

​cupcakKe

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Rap

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[Intro]
Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh-oh, baby
Oh, no-no, no, no-no
Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, baby
Oh, no-no, no, no-no

[Pre-Chorus]
Big pimpin' (Big pimpin')
Big, big pimpin' (Big pimpin')
Big pimpin'
Walk up in the bank, limpin' (Oh yeah, yeah-yeah)
Big pimpin' (Big pimpin')
Big, big pimpin' (Big pimpin')
Money stack up so tall, look like the hair on Marge Simpson (Mmm)

[Chorus]
Marge Simpson, Ma-Ma, Marge Simpson (On God)
Marge Simpson, you can call me Marge Simpson (Yeah, yeah)
Big pimpin', get the money then dip
Money stack up so tall, look like the hair on Marge Simpson

[Verse 1]
Man, why you keep textin' my phone?
Leave me alone
Boy, I do not want your dick
I see that nigga, he thirsty as fuck, I ain't givin' him shit
Better swallow his spit
All that lurkin' on my motherfuckin' page
‘till it’s oops, I ain't mean to like that pic
Took him to Victoria Secret, and bought him somе bras
Since he love to act likе a bitch (Hahaha)
I got a type, and it ain't you
I like them niggas who spendin' that cash
I like them fat Homer Simpson ass niggas, that feed me the fat in this ass (Bling)
Bitch, I'm expensive, don't bring me nothin' on the floor, I want everything locked in a glass
Then we fuckin' fast, take him to the back of the store, then he bustin' a hole in my mask
Now give me your money, dummy
I don't wanna hear what you cannot afford
We back in his car, he complaining how I spent all his money, I said, "Can you pass me the aux cord?"
I don't wanna hear that shit, be near that shit
What the fuck do you niggas be thinkin'?
Gotta wear a sleep mask, every time I fuck him, so I won't see him cum quicker than I be blinkin' (Mmm)

[Pre-Chorus]
Big pimpin' (Big pimpin')
Big, big pimpin' (Big pimpin')
Big pimpin'
Walk up in the bank, limpin' (Oh yeah, yeah-yeah)
Big pimpin' (Big pimpin')
Big, big pimpin' (Big pimpin')
Money stack up so tall, look like the hair on Marge Simpson (Mmm)

[Chorus]
Marge Simpson, Ma-Ma, Marge Simpson (On God)
Marge Simpson, you can call me Marge Simpson (Yeah, yeah)
Big pimpin', get the money then dip
Money stack up so tall, look like the hair on Marge Simpson

[Verse 2]
I don't want your man, darling
Even though I could take him so damn quick
I done sat up on his sack five times
After he done bought me the whole damn Saks Fifth
Feeling like Taylor when I get this money 'cause I spend it so, so swift
'Cause I only check for niggas with big bags, like an airport trip
You know my aesthetic, we could do credit, debit
Make sure the receipt get shredded
'Cause he got a girl at home, and if she come for me, somebody come for her, the paramedics
Yeah, I said it, text it, DeJ Loaf
Nigga better know to come full breaded (That money)
Put a stack of money on the bottom of my sneakers, that's how a real bitch walk up in wedges
And he could die today, day or tomorrow, I won't even give no fuck
I just hope nobody throwin' him a funeral, 'cause I could use those bucks
I'ma make him turn into his grave, I ain't givin' no apologies
If anything, when I buy the Prada with his cards, that motherfucker better be proud of me (That motherfucker better be proud of me)

[Outro]
Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah (That motherfucker better be proud of me)
Oh, oh-oh, baby
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Oh, no-no, no, no-no
Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, baby
Oh, no-no, no, no-no (That motherfucker better be proud of me)

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Sade Lamiere - Good Times lyrics

Good Times

Sade Lamiere

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Rap

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[Chorus : Sade Lamiere]
Damn
Daaaam Damn you were my man
Maaaaan
Damn son I miss you
Mostly all the kisses
Especially from the missionary Position
I walked around you naked
You said the p*ssy winkin at you
Cat a little jaded
Mostly when Im thinkin bout you

[Verse 1: Sade Lamiere]
Laid up with me
I replay all the scene's
I remorse all my faults
I regret all the things that
Lead to the day
When the sun left my orbit
And the skies turned gray
And I'm missing it
You called it

Missing it
Missing you
Give ah shit !
Its difficult
Your hella gross
You turned to ghost

I can't believe
I hurt the most

Ghost buster
I thought I could find you
Sifting through your dirt
In effort to remind you
That hoes will be hoes
That are clothes are just clothes
That the ego is imaginary
Sum friend are foes
Goals no
We were gold
Situations knocked us over
Like dominoes

[Pre-Chorus : Sade Lamiere]
Why won't you come home
Why won't you come hold me
Why won't you come home
I've been here loney

[Chorus : Sade Lamiere]
Damn
Daaaaaamn
Damn
You were my
Man
Man
Man
Damn son I miss you
Mostly all the kisses
Especially from the missionary
Position
I walked you naked
You said the pussy winking at you
The cats a lttle jaded
Mostly when I'm thinking bout you

[Verse 2: Sade Lamiere]
When I was psychotic
You'd smoke on your psychedelic
I couldn't kick the feeling of being jealous

Some say I prophesied
Others say i wanted it
Either way
Be fore cheating
Think u shuddah warned a b*tch

I was number two
And u showed
The way you'd turn away
Was the way you would expose it
I couldn't take the shade
But I couldn't leave room
We became roomies
And you kept an attidue

Long hairs on your body
The late night you party
The way your friends were disrespectful
I watched u get cocky
How I knew
U got sloppy
Slippin on me you
U was trippin homie

[Pre-Chorus : Sade Lamiere]
Why won't you come home
Why won't you come hold me
Why won't you come home
I've been here loney

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Big Red Machine - The Gaîté lyrics

The Gaîté

Big Red Machine

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Pop

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Looked like rain
Looked like a heart attack
Looked like pain
Looked like it

Look the sun
Green May seasons
Look an angel
Or a demon

Look the distance
Look home
Look the feeling
Or a fever

Look my son
He looks like a sun
On my back
Felt like it

Look like my son
He looked like a sun
On my back
Felt like it
On my back
Felt like it

Golden rest
Golden heart
Gold falling
Fall apart

Go must shake it off
Shake with rage
Shake with gold
Golden bones

Golden rest
Golden heart
Gold Falling
Fall apart

Look the sun
Green May seasons
Look an angel
Or a demon

Look the distance
Look home
Look a feeling
Or a fever

Look my son
He looks like a sun
On my back
Felt like it

Look like my son
He looked like a sun
On my back
Felt like it
On my back
Felt like it
On my back
Felt like it

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