No Maidens (ft. Soup & Yumi)

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Crispy Concords – No Maidens (ft. Soup & Yumi) [prod. by Grayto]

Spotify – Apple Music – We made this song in 10 minutes in the latest @Crispy Concords video, go watch if you haven’t! Shoutout Grayto for producing this masterpiece: Music video edited by Extraa – Soup – @Soup Yumi – @Yumi Lyrics:
[Crispy]
All in her ear like i’m Paul Revere She dont wanna f me she q Send em to war I aint talkin bout civil Been on a streak like a hellstorm missile Stay on the bus and you talk to ms. frizzle I hop out the whip like it’s abbysal Steppin on em, lil b you a tom ford make em battle like Lexington Concord

[Soup]
Dump your tea in the ocean, J off your musket with no lotion Who the f you think you taxin? Red coats actin up boutta get a slashin Sneak in the castle Queen of England gonna get some action

[Crispy]
With your girl and we signing this Declaration Carrier pigeon spreadin misinformation Load up the musket I aint talkin bout Elon I got a stick she can feel on Im ridin my horse like a Nissan These boys is some mustard some Dijon

[Soup]
Call my boy George load up the cannon Catch you in the field slap you with a salmon Your b wants to steal my pantaloons Goin monkey on the brits call me John C. Baboon

[Yumi]
Pull out my cup of tea, i’m shootin violently Ridin my horse, i’m not flyin this privately My maiden loyal, she never would lie to me In 1800s, rob banks up on Iverly Gotta wear a wig, where’s my privacy doe ? Wooden teeth but got no lice in this fro Mustache like the Monopoly bro My horse got crash it’s on top of me doe Can’t feel my legs and it look like i’m dead All the blood rushin straight to my head No doctor in sight and no help is around of me I am so foolish i’m down with the clownery Paul Revere f outta here Boutta tell your girl that I am the loudest here Whe the British is coming your b is coming yo p as aint allowed in here Follow me everywhere: Twitter – Instagram – Snapchat: CrispyConcords and join my discord – .

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  1. Bass, money, fancy clothes

    Opps and coppers, I dispose

    Talk slow, lower your tone

    If you need an illegal loan

    Gang killer, Al Capone

    Shoot a pheasant through the bone

    Tweed jackets on the go

    Richest spinners, richest killers

    Bass, money, fancy clothes

    Opps and coppers, I dispose

    Talk slow, lower your tone

    If you need an illegal loan

    Gang killer, Al Capone

    Shoot a pheasant through the bone

    Tweed jackets on the go (Ayy)

    Richest spinners, richest killers (Yah, yah)

    I've got quail, pigeon, pheasant

    Posh boy, don't mix with peasants (No)

    Got a castle up in Scotland

    But I don't know David Tennant

    David Cameron gave me a trust fund loan as an early Christmas present

    So, I don't need to raise my voice no more

    The opps only feel my presence

    I drink tea and I rap

    I put the T in trapper

    Tory donor, Tory backer

    Rest in peace to Margaret Thatcher (Rest in peace)

    Or, maybe not

    She can stay there, lie deep down

    In her dark grave, and rot (Hueh)

    Bass, money, fancy clothes

    Opps and coppers, I dispose

    Talk slow, lower your tone

    If you need an illegal loan (Yah, yah)

    Gang killer, Al Capone

    Shoot a pheasant through the bone

    Tweed jackets on the go

    Richest spinners, richest killers

    Bass, money, fancy clothes

    Opps and coppers, I dispose

    Talk slow, lower your tone

    If you need an illegal loan (Shh)

    Gang killer, Al Capone

    Shoot a pheasant through the bone

    Tweed jackets on the go (Ayy)

    Richest spinners, richest killers (Yah, yah)

    Yah, yah, yah

    Got to do a quick shoutout for the mandem

    Locked up in the pen; David Cameron, Boris Johnson

    This song's for you

    You know what? I fancy doin' the chorus just one more time, okay?

    Bass, money, fancy clothes

    Opps and coppers, I dispose

    Talk slow, lower your tone

    If you need an illegal loan (Shh)

    Gang killer, Al Capone

    Shoot a pheasant through the bone (Yah)

    Tweed jackets on the go (Ayy)

    Richest spinners, richest killers (Yah, yah)

    Bass, money, fancy clothes

    Opps and coppers, I dispose

    Talk slow, lower your tone

    If you need an illegal loan

    Gang killer, Al Capone

    Shoot a pheasant through the bone (Yah)

    Tweed jackets on the go (Ay)

    Richest spinners, richest killers (Yah, yah)

    Yah, yah, yah

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