Pete & Bas - Sindhu Sesh
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Pete
Old school but I still Bust shots I’m a Luger
Mashed off the drink so it’s Uber
Connected back home like a Wifi router
Cats jumping like puma
And I dream like Martin Luther
Fall asleep to the sound of the hoover
Nightmare Frederick Kruger
Sleep with the fishies now he’s tuna
And I’m snatching his bird and thunder
Tell me the target 6 feet under
He’s at work so his house in Country
Cased that joint then the place got plundered
Don’t talk about numbers
In the uk you know that they love us
Don’t care about colours
Black and white we can be brothers
Bas
Breaking em down like the steps on the back of the box of the Crocker bet he take that
Bait I’m just way too hard to trace Bas like pins in an haystack
Wait move that in and outside the gym
They’re tryna get ripped I’m holding them sticks with extension clips
I’m Leaving him Stiff on the ground get lit
Like candles
Wax him off with that bing from various angles
Box rectangle dashed in the ground all bruised and mangled
Grim grab the cup pass the gin
Grab the lime chopped it in
Popped the cap poured it in
Pete
Just stepped out I had to step in
One of the young boys took a hook to chin
The Bouncer came out and he got weighed in
Put the foot down on the clutch and spin
Burn that rubber like I’m Michellen 5 star food that I dish to them
Chefs hat on when I’m whipping in the kitchen
Then I’m switch suits just like I’m mr Ben
Bas
10/10 gear I shift up to fifth
Blues in the rear and I’m Swerving the mains like Tokyo drift
Took a shot
But he missed
And Then made love to the ground and
Pete
Kissed the curb what’s the the word I dodged the case so I flipped the bird
Grabbed the bing get back to work
Then I’m switching lanes in a blacked out merc
Bas
I’ll hurt em
One things for sure and two things for certain
Money gets made and the packs I’m serving
He mess with the cake then I’ll batternberg him
Pete
Kipling missed him run up in his house and gripped him
Mrs cried goodbye and kissed him
Stuffed him in the boot jag
And Then she watched us drive off in the distance
Bas
Glistening jewels on the watch on the wrist get hit with the drip like a Christian christening
Jesus Christ and another of one them gets dipped like a rich tea biscuit
Pete
Pulled up and the color of the suit match color of the car all black like Batman
I’m a ninja backflip handstand
I’m a getcha slipping at your nans house
Bas
1 2 kick to the door like knock down ginger
Rip off the hinges
Fingers get bent back like birds off tinder
Boys get flung out the window
Come like wasps at a picnic run up and sting ya
Spin ya all the way round like ink rollers inside of an hp printer
You better hope this bing don’t jam
Pete
What’s the plan Stan
I knocked a man down
Dropped the van round
By the side of the flats
So Can you come down
And clean the boot out
I need to get back
For the start of the match
A couple cans in the chiller
Mans quite big but the handguns bigger
Yeah just Stand and deliver
You can throw fists but my mash bang quicker
Bas
Crash bang wallop
Big fat dollop
Of cash in me hand
Chain hang like bollocks
Look you pillock
Talking Trollope
Box a man back like I’m munching jollof
God willing I might just drill him
Dings in me head from the scraps I’ve been in
Go ten rounds with a man I’m winning
I Ain’t gonna stop til the bell starts ringing
Pete
Dingaling ding on the fruit machine
Spend the winnings on the Gucci jeans
Gaggle of the girls and they’re super keen
They wanna kick back cos the boots are clean
Superkings and a bottle of bourbon
Let that rip when I’m whipping the German
Grab that stick then I’m dipping and swerving
Flick of the wrist and I left him gurning
B
Roof top down I’m an head top turner
Just stepped out in a fresh Ben sheerman
P
Brand new tricks and I’m out here learning
I’m an old dog still I’m out there serving
B
I was Locked up in an hmp
Cut from the rough I’m a diamond geez
P
Boots full of them flat screen TVs
Del Boy peckham they recognise me
B
Cha cha step in the dance and slide
Two hands on me hips and glide
If a man try to act too hard
Then He’ll get cemented builders site
P
I’ll open up is ears If he didn’t quite hear me
Ya man got Sheldon Big Bang theory
If he wanna get loud And he wanna get lairy
Then it’s back of of me mans head hairy
B
Na son You don’t wanna bop get stepped on
Krept up cone get split like chevron
P
Wake up son cos we’re the most slept on
Get gone war then I’m chucking that vest on
B
One more word And I’m bringing them bings out
Nuts and bolts And a couple More things out
P
Dust and dirt if he’s talking trash then I
Turn and skirt and I’m taking the bins out
B
Bin man get wrapped up in a bin bag
Been there done that got that
P
Blood on me t shirt rinsed then wash and spun that
Box of the corn just packed in a bumbag
B
Popped with the red dot rib shot punch bag
Pull up outside cannon on me like gundam
P
Sub machine gun tell a man run that
Chaving his jewels then I’m off to his mums house ;)
Old school but I still Bust shots I’m a Luger
Mashed off the drink so it’s Uber
Connected back home like a Wifi router
Cats jumping like puma
And I dream like Martin Luther
Fall asleep to the sound of the hoover
Nightmare Frederick Kruger
Sleep with the fishies now he’s tuna
And I’m snatching his bird and thunder
Tell me the target 6 feet under
He’s at work so his house in Country
Cased that joint then the place got plundered
Don’t talk about numbers
In the uk you know that they love us
Don’t care about colours
Black and white we can be brothers
Bas
Breaking em down like the steps on the back of the box of the Crocker bet he take that
Bait I’m just way too hard to trace Bas like pins in an haystack
Wait move that in and outside the gym
They’re tryna get ripped I’m holding them sticks with extension clips
I’m Leaving him Stiff on the ground get lit
Like candles
Wax him off with that bing from various angles
Box rectangle dashed in the ground all bruised and mangled
Grim grab the cup pass the gin
Grab the lime chopped it in
Popped the cap poured it in
Pete
Just stepped out I had to step in
One of the young boys took a hook to chin
The Bouncer came out and he got weighed in
Put the foot down on the clutch and spin
Burn that rubber like I’m Michellen 5 star food that I dish to them
Chefs hat on when I’m whipping in the kitchen
Then I’m switch suits just like I’m mr Ben
Bas
10/10 gear I shift up to fifth
Blues in the rear and I’m Swerving the mains like Tokyo drift
Took a shot
But he missed
And Then made love to the ground and
Pete
Kissed the curb what’s the the word I dodged the case so I flipped the bird
Grabbed the bing get back to work
Then I’m switching lanes in a blacked out merc
Bas
I’ll hurt em
One things for sure and two things for certain
Money gets made and the packs I’m serving
He mess with the cake then I’ll batternberg him
Pete
Kipling missed him run up in his house and gripped him
Mrs cried goodbye and kissed him
Stuffed him in the boot jag
And Then she watched us drive off in the distance
Bas
Glistening jewels on the watch on the wrist get hit with the drip like a Christian christening
Jesus Christ and another of one them gets dipped like a rich tea biscuit
Pete
Pulled up and the color of the suit match color of the car all black like Batman
I’m a ninja backflip handstand
I’m a getcha slipping at your nans house
Bas
1 2 kick to the door like knock down ginger
Rip off the hinges
Fingers get bent back like birds off tinder
Boys get flung out the window
Come like wasps at a picnic run up and sting ya
Spin ya all the way round like ink rollers inside of an hp printer
You better hope this bing don’t jam
Pete
What’s the plan Stan
I knocked a man down
Dropped the van round
By the side of the flats
So Can you come down
And clean the boot out
I need to get back
For the start of the match
A couple cans in the chiller
Mans quite big but the handguns bigger
Yeah just Stand and deliver
You can throw fists but my mash bang quicker
Bas
Crash bang wallop
Big fat dollop
Of cash in me hand
Chain hang like bollocks
Look you pillock
Talking Trollope
Box a man back like I’m munching jollof
God willing I might just drill him
Dings in me head from the scraps I’ve been in
Go ten rounds with a man I’m winning
I Ain’t gonna stop til the bell starts ringing
Pete
Dingaling ding on the fruit machine
Spend the winnings on the Gucci jeans
Gaggle of the girls and they’re super keen
They wanna kick back cos the boots are clean
Superkings and a bottle of bourbon
Let that rip when I’m whipping the German
Grab that stick then I’m dipping and swerving
Flick of the wrist and I left him gurning
B
Roof top down I’m an head top turner
Just stepped out in a fresh Ben sheerman
P
Brand new tricks and I’m out here learning
I’m an old dog still I’m out there serving
B
I was Locked up in an hmp
Cut from the rough I’m a diamond geez
P
Boots full of them flat screen TVs
Del Boy peckham they recognise me
B
Cha cha step in the dance and slide
Two hands on me hips and glide
If a man try to act too hard
Then He’ll get cemented builders site
P
I’ll open up is ears If he didn’t quite hear me
Ya man got Sheldon Big Bang theory
If he wanna get loud And he wanna get lairy
Then it’s back of of me mans head hairy
B
Na son You don’t wanna bop get stepped on
Krept up cone get split like chevron
P
Wake up son cos we’re the most slept on
Get gone war then I’m chucking that vest on
B
One more word And I’m bringing them bings out
Nuts and bolts And a couple More things out
P
Dust and dirt if he’s talking trash then I
Turn and skirt and I’m taking the bins out
B
Bin man get wrapped up in a bin bag
Been there done that got that
P
Blood on me t shirt rinsed then wash and spun that
Box of the corn just packed in a bumbag
B
Popped with the red dot rib shot punch bag
Pull up outside cannon on me like gundam
P
Sub machine gun tell a man run that
Chaving his jewels then I’m off to his mums house ;)
