Mr Worldwide Lyrics

Mr Worldwide - Pete & Bas

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Yeah, hasta luego

Wagwan to the boys in Tobago

Keep one open for the plain clothes

I need more leg room for the plane home

E-se to the boys in Lagos

They hold it down when the man need favours

Transatlantic for my flavours

Might chuck the chips down in Vegas

Bonjour to the birds in France

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?

One love when I’m in Jamaica

I bust Magnum when I wine and dance

German whip with a German stick and German chick

When I’m out in Mainz

Plates of out meat out down the beach house

With the chicas out in Spain

King Kong banging on my chest, I’m global

Running up numbers, money man, mogul (Ching)

We don’t chit-chat, we ain’t vocal

We ship packs out, doing up postal

Shake hands with the locals

Network and we don’t mean social

Stepped out in Italian suede

And I tell a man prego, tally up totals

Now once upon a time I

Had dents in a ride I

Had zilch in the bank

Then I broke down bricks to serve up in the night time

Now I’m Mr Worldwide when I pull up outside

Girls wanna jump into the car ride

I must apologise, I don’t really have time

To chat and fraternise when threatening mine

Come on then, just touched in Dublin

Get cash back then double it

Bubbling carb in a pot then shovel it

Smuggling paid for the jewels I’m covered in

Go on then, grab him then, let’s be having him

I just sparked a man's lights out, halogen

Then I boxed him up nice and packaged him

Shipped a man the next day like Amazon

I just stepped out in Turkey, and I’m feeling certi

Had to back ouzo dirty, needs must when I’m feeling thirsty

Keep the dome bald on top, but the back all nice and curly

Lord knows I tried to quit smoking

But a twenty deck's one pound thirty

And twenty deck's one pound forty

Wife in Gibraltar brought that for me

Tell her I’m out in Dubai smoking doobies, be back shortly

And the plod just caught me

Slap on the wrist mate, naughty, naughty

So I slapped him a fifty

Federali changed his mind quickly

A man changed his tune

Banging on the drum mate, click-clack boom

Laid a quick track with my old mate Fumez

And then we kicked back with a pint in Spoons

Feet up at the bar with my hobnail boots

I sip another pint, it’s time to get loose

See that boy, said he owes me money

Tap him on his head mate, duck-duck goose

I feel a little burn when I back that goose

I’m having 'em up large on a coastal cruise

Couple of rap stars in a three piece suit

You never would've believed that’s what we do

I look at the red dot when I ride and shoot

I come and collect that guap when I’m sliding through

I fill up a red cup like I’m out in U

S.A out here low ride in a coup

I’m out here, you want some?

Come and get it when I’m running on my lonesome

Sawn off? Nah, I’m running with a long one

Dot-dot left him laid out in his long johns

Ping-pong get slapped with a backhand

Base ball bat with the barbed wire wrapped round

Back of the net when I shoot that shot

Get laid out, WWE Smackdown

Yeah, hasta luego

Wagwan to the boys in Tobago

Keep one open for the plain clothes

I need more leg room for the plane home

E-se to the boys in Lagos

They hold it down when the man need favours

Transatlantic for my flavours

Might chuck the chips down in Vegas

Bonjour to the birds in France

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?

One love when I’m in Jamaica

I bust Magnum when I wine and dance

German whip with a German stick and German chick

When I’m out in Mainz

Plates of out meat out down the beach house

With the chicas out in Spain