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Shuffle - Pete & Bas

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Ten toes in my crocodile loafers

Hand on frame on the Tom Ford Tortoise

Clean cut when I rock up in a three piece

Brand new plates on the Range that brought us

Popped caps on the bottle of the bourbon

Diamond rings on the fingers, flawless

Flight mode when they’re ringing on the burner

Foot flat down, get back to the fortress

Four-man down in the four-door

Four-by-four with the four-wheel drive engaged

Took a little trip to the jewellers

Brief onе dropped suitcase on the watch n' chain

Back thеn I went mad in the kitchen, spun that spoon on a white soufflé

Now, I got bands locked down in the five bed

Check the time, Audemars PK

Drinks all round, just chuck 'em on the bar tab

Tip to waiter, "Have a nice a day"

Ice in the pale of the champagne cava

Text from a side piece on my way

Been a little while ain’t seen you lately

How’s your father? Cut to the chase

I don’t wanna talk none of that, they're nonsense

Let me just step to the right and sway

I just shuffle from side-to-side

Two hands on my hips and glide

I got birds in the back of the ride

But if an opp pops up, bye-bye

Eyes on me when I stepped outside

Got a big stick to my left hand side

Now this ain’t the place or time

Ya best get gone 'fore I change my mind

Gotta move fast when I’m out on the curbside

I get paid for the curds and whey

Quickly now son, 'cause I’m out on a late one

Can't be too baked when I bop them mains

Knock knock on the door at your bird's house

I need steak on the warmest plate

Got lots of the money in the bag and the man looks good when he's just been paid

Chin wag when I’m tipping on my titfer

I could chit-chat with a man all day

Get back when I’m chugging on a bifta

Drink in a glass of the Blue Bombay

Both hands on the wheel of the Jaguar

Quick road trip to the coast in Spain

Summer cruises, all inclusive, honey moon suite and I can’t complain

Ten rings on my tree trunk fingers

You don’t wanna catch a conker from me

Crept into the front no creakin'

Then I crept out with a man’s TV

Chest out with the chain on the chest hair

Bald on the top, big mane on the back

Bird talkin' a load of the wallop

Had to swerve her then I lean and dash

I just shuffle from side-to-side

Two hands on my hips and glide

I got birds in the back of the ride

But if an opp pops up, bye-bye

Eyes on me when I stepped outside

Got a big stick to my left hand side

Now this ain’t the place or time

Ya best get gone 'fore I change my mind

Tats out in the summer time, surfin'

Riding the wave, boatloads of the rum

Peter the party, BBQ master

Plates of the meat laid out in the sun

Sunshine, you don’t wanna get set down

Best get down when I bang that drum

Spray that room get peppered in corn

No food coma the man got slumped

Lean back with the seats in recline

Decline calls from the ball and chain

Relax, can’t deal with the drama

I don’t want nada, none of them games

Propped up with a piña colada

Smoking an half ounce of the Jane

Straight to bag check for the flight down Barbados

No queues on a private plane

Opp popped up like a poppadum

He got dipped in the sauce like Mango Chutney

Popped off like a cork on a bottle of the 1990s vintage bubbly

Lovely, jubbly

And another one of them got clocked on the face, now he’s ugly

Long gone so they chuck him on a poster

You don’t wanna end up like that undie

I just shuffle from side-to-side

Two hands on my hips and glide

I got birds in the back of the ride

But if an opp pops up, bye-bye

Eyes on me when I stepped outside

Got a big stick to my left hand side

Now this ain’t the place or time

Ya best get gone 'fore I change my mind