Sindhu Sesh Lyrics

Sindhu Sesh 🅴 - Pete & Bas

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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Roof top down I’m an head top turner

Just stepped out in a fresh Ben sheerman

Brand new tricks and I’m out here learning

I’m an old dog still I’m out there serving

I was Locked up in an hmp

Cut from the rough I’m a diamond geez

Boots full of them flat screen TVs

Del Boy peckham they recognise me

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

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

Na son You don’t wanna bop get stepped on

Krept up cone get split like chevron

Wake up son cos we’re the most slept on

Get gone war then I’m chucking that vest on

One more word And I’m bringing them bings out

Nuts and bolts And a couple More things out

Dust and dirt if he’s talking trash then I

Turn and skirt and I’m taking the bins out

Bin man get wrapped up in a bin bag

Been there done that got that

Blood on me t shirt rinsed then wash and spun that

Box of the corn just packed in a bumbag

Popped with the red dot rib shot punch bag

Pull up outside cannon on me like gundam

Sub machine gun tell a man run that

Chaving his jewels then I’m off to his mums house