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Pete & Bas

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(NineOne)

Runnin' amok (Yeah)

Digits, I'm runnin' 'em up

Top boys in a country club

You can tell those pigs they can eat my dust (They can eat my dust)

No trust

Just blood, sweat, guts

I was givin' old boy headache

Smash his head 'an he get concussed

Bing in the back, bringin' it back

Jewels in the front and a mug in the boot (Ooh)

Bootin' the mug in the back then I'm watchin' the match on BBC2 (Yeah)

Move fast when I see them shoot

Kick 'em hard in my Reebok shoes (Yeah)

Strapped up, no laces

You got a tool, well I got one too

Set fire to your head, no Sheeran ('Eh?)

Got a mate called Kiеran (Yeah)

Kier's got his hands on wheels

Look at the Lambo truck I'm steerin' (Skr-rr-rrt) (Whеre you goin’?)

Enemies keep on disappearin'

No hard feelings

Made a bag and a half in an evening

Stacks in the hallway son

Cash till the morning come

Pull out the bing who's laughin'

I cracked up when I seen him run

Felix Cat

Leave no prints, dressed in black

Smoke my fag, tie the man up in the boot then dash

Wife in the bedroom naked

Pistols under the sofa

Scotch in the glass in the bedside table

Woodgrain colour of the Fendi loafers (Ooh yeah)

Took two phones and they're ringin' like mad

Dun dun dun du-du Jesus Christ (Jesus)

I think I need a break I'm gonna go country with the wife

Been baggin' up big boulders that's bugle

Bangin' this .44 down two ways

One of them ways gets rid of these opps

And the other one gets me paid (Ch-ch-ch-ching)

I'm a dead man walking

That's what they told me

Told 'em look mate sticks and stones (Yeah)

You don't wanna come round here get left with broken bones

I'ma cook this batch like Aunt Jemima

Just add carb in a boilin' pot (In a boilin' pot)

Then I'm back on the roadside flinging that rock cause the line don't stop (Nah, nah, nah, nah)

Coulda walked away when I took those L's

But I bounced right back (Bounced right back)

Yeah, yeah, what you know about that?

You can't take no money from me

I got a big baseball bat by the counter

I see my nephew Vikramjeet

He's a qualified accountant (Vikramjeet)

So we're holding it down

Dressed in all black like a nightclub bouncer (Yes)

And the ladies know I'm a rider

Got a big back then I mount her (Poom-poom-poom)

Don't need a review (Nope)

My regular customers' satisfied

And if there's any complaints

Then I'm gripping the thing like a stalactite (That's right)

So don't talk rubbish

Or you get thrown into the trash (Trash)

I won't lay a finger on you

I leave it to my young boy Vaish (Vaishnav)

I've got the packs and they're locked in the back of the Nissan Qashqai

With this lady shaking her bottom so fast that she almost made me feel cross-eyed (Oh my god)

Jesus Christ (Jesus)

I need to settle I won't lie (Mmhmm)

I want a beautiful wife with the culinary skill to cook perfect Pad Thai

Stacks in the hallway son

Cash till the morning come

Pull out the bing who's laughin'

I cracked up when I seen him run

Felix Cat

Leave no prints, dressed in black

Smoke my fag, tie the man up in the boot then dash