Stepped into the Building Lyrics

Stepped into the Building - Pete & Bas

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Omlette du fromage

Stepped into the building, chain just swinging on my neck

Gold rings on my fingers, something on my wrist

Tucked into my waist, lil' semi with the clip

Big glass of the Bombay, take a lil' sip like (Hoo)

Vintage sticks, little blast from the past

Gold rings clink when I'm passing the glass

Just stepped into the building, show a little face

Then I'm back on the road like (Hoo)

Dubai trips on a jet plane

Bahrain links for the watch and the neck chain

Doha drinks when I land

I'ma sip a chai tea 'cause the flight gives me neck pain (Hoo)

Mumbai gold for the wife, shе's smiling

Might add a notch on the bed frame (Woo)

Italian suеde in the seats of the brand new motor

Quick little squirt of the

Agarwood oud from Mozambique

Got the tailor suit with the brogues on feet

I'm in Casablanca, blowing Jacaranda

With the A/C blowing in the driver's seat (Hoo)

Talk to the platinum hands on my time piece boy

'Cause the face ain't listening

Shining, glistening

Look at these diamonds dance while I stepped inside of the building

Chain just swinging on my neck

Gold rings on my fingers, something on my wrist

Tucked into my waist, lil' semi with the clip

Big glass of the Bombay, take a lil' sip like (Hoo)

Vintage sticks, little blast from the past

Gold rings clink when I'm passing the glass

Just stepped into the building, show a little face

Then I'm back on the road like (Hoo)

Quick nip down to the strip

Got gold on my wrist and a side back packed full of clips (Yeah)

Strap another Backwood, get that lit

Then pass that round to the left like this (Hoo)

Smoke in my lungs, toting a gun

I could never be broke, got a load of the funds

Cash in the bank, antiques in the yard

Make money when I speak, you're lucky I don't charge

Bite bigger than the bark, big dog

Time ticking on a mark, wrist watch

Need a break from the bar, chip shop

Side chick sitting in the car, wife pissed off (Hoo)

Let me tell you something 'bout boys like us, we ain't here for the chit chat

You can tell we ain't here for the games by the way we look when the boys stepped into the building

Chain just swinging on my neck

Gold rings on my fingers, something on my wrist

Tucked into my waist, lil' semi with the clip

Big glass of the Bombay, take a lil' sip like (Hoo)

Vintage sticks, little blast from the past

Gold rings clink when I'm passing the glass

Just stepped into the building, show a little face

Then I'm back on the road like

(Hoo)