Kwite – Virgin express

Kwite – Virgin express Lyrics

Artist: Kwite
Song: Virgin express

Gotta stay on your feet like shoelaces
I’m real faded, my heart’s gone cold, yeah it’s vacant
I been plenty place ‘cept maybe vacation
My songs #ss, they still in your rotation

I ain’t ever seen the inside of someone’s v#gina
Just because I’m famous do not mean the b#tches line up
I better not see any comments callin’ this fire
Only thing ablaze is your pants ‘cause you a liar

I’m more burnt out than a Mustang’s tires
I only get in clubs where no clout is required
As sh#t as this beat is, whoever made it I admire
When I need to shower I hop inside of the dryer

My cat’s real cute, her name is Smoke
Did I ever mention that I really love to smoke
I think I’m really cool ‘cause I puff on that toke
I think if I was British I’d call all of my friends blokes

I don’t sip liquor because it hurts my throat
I’m too Christian, stick to root beer floats
Call me Paul Revere b#tch, who there goes
5’5, even sittin’ down I’m on my toes

Like cocaine, all of my sh#t blows
My hours on Doom came in, in droves
You never listened to real music and it shows
I bet you never heard any Billy Joel

He’s underground, he’s someone you wouldn’t know
I’m a f#ckin’ Luddite, I don’t even have a phone
I am very sensitive, please watch your tone
I’m fly as f#ck with guns attached like a drone

Shut the f#ck up, you’re louder than a megaphone
I’m bleedin’ out my #ss like somebody with Chron’s
I’m beatin’ up my dick like I was John Jones
Droppin’ to the floor after, yeah I’m goin’ proneYou might also like
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Release Year: 2022