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pete & bas - plugged in freestyle lyrics

[intro: pete]
yeah, pete & bas
plugged in with fumez (9, 1)
let’s go, baby

[verse 1: pete]
h+llo girl, h+llo darling
what’s your name? and what’s your number?
beg your pardon? (yeah)
heated pool in the big back garden
crate of the beers, i’m sinking ’em down and now i’m starving
bop to the shop with a big kebab and a can of lager
bossman knows me, i’ll be back tomorrow
with a stack full of pinkies rolled up
that’s for the drop last week
and a couple of shots of the neat
cutting up deals in the business meet

[verse 2: bas]
she like me, she want me
she wanna come round and bonk me
pull up to mine in hеr husband’s car
she want me, she need mе
she wanna come round and tease me
pull up to mine midnight, half past
she wanna come drink with a geeza
shot with a dealer, ride in the beamer
she know i got rocks i sling off the curb
big words and a sl!ck demeanour
jesus, baby
she been ringing on my phone like crazy
easy, peasy
big cakes to bake and i’m greedy
[verse 3: pete]
i came, i saw, i conquered
waking up in my gucci boxers
couple of jabs with the one+two bang
i’ll knock your block off (yeah)
fling b+lls like fredrick flintoff
clean shot, make a man dance and i don’t mean tiktok
and that’s them loons and that’s them jills and that’s that bright
and that’s that swing and that’s that left and that’s my right
(yeah)
scope a man’s head with me sniper sight
that’s right, then it’s pint and a f+g and a dance on a friday night

[verse 4: bas]
pull up in a big beamer, shoot shots on a man then i call cleaners
there’s been a little spill on that block we was
last week where the boys put them feelers
i just wanna bust shots on the block, jesus
i just wanna whip white while i smash cans
i just wanna whip round with a few shooters
i just wanna few pints and a few f+gs
big 16’s and i blew that
nah son, you don’t wanna do that
son, shoulda known i’m a big deal
son, shoulda run when he threw that (yeah)
pull up outside and a man gets fried
i’m banging that mash like english breakfast
might just smash this car in a shop window
i don’t give a + this one’s rented
(oi pete, chuck us that can
oi fumez, roll us a f+g will ya? yeah, yeah)
i’m in spoons with a tune on the jukebox
bird’s been shaking the bunda making me crazy
if the girl keeps going like this then i’m taking her home and we’re making babies
[verse 5: pete & bas]
now i don’t mean to be rude but this parties dead and i’m feeling wavey
so i might just slide to the cab grab sandra, babs and casey
come on then, mate
let’s jump in the cab, tell mo to go faster
i’m hotboxing the uber
if he complains, i’m punching the b+st+rd
spilt drink everywhere now me phones died
pass me the bleeding charger
smoking a biff of the finest grade
now me head’s twisted like a rasta
jump out the whip that cigarette lit
when i’m out on strip they run, they scarper
grab that man and i’m shaving his head like a f+cking turkish barber
popped his noggin with the b+tt of the dotty
and his body foamed up like a bottle of cava
feds came round and i never said nada
quick k+sh and i’m downing a lager
i never lost face when it came to throwing these fists
got an head like a builders brick
i got fists like concrete slabs
still knock a man down with a kung+fu kick
and i don’t take sh+t from a man, get chucked in a van, get dashed in a dusty skip
one side of the family’s irish
tiocfaidh ár lá if he’s taking the mick
big bands in the building
fill them cracks in the walls so the feds can’t see that stash
got a mash tucked under the tit for tat
and i tip my hat if he’s talking grease
please
i don’t wanna spill his beans on the brand new carpet
the wife will lose it
move it before i lose it
get dark bruises all up in that leaky boat
pull up in a blacked+out benz
and i whip out the nank
and man gets carved like roast
it ain’t no joke, i ain’t dave chappelle
now, why’s your girl been talking to me for
give her that seesaw
give her that up and down
and her back’s so round, i grabbed it
wrapped it, slapped it, stains on the mattress, flip them packs and the cash i stashed it
smacked that man with the back of the hand
these sovereigns turned him green like goblin
meat she’s gobbling
meat feast popped in her mouth
and she can’t get enough of this joplin
janice, i don’t know the plan is
smoked so much that i’m stuck in the planets
speaking spanish, hasta luego
thumbs in his eyes get pressed like play+doh
wife’s been calling, how did your day go?
can’t call back, i’m in san diego
lil mug tried it, you don’t wanna ride it
gave him the kiss of death, i ain’t g+ though
i ain’t fredo, don’t wear tight little shirts like bugzy
lil boy ai+ch don’t wanna get maced
st+mzy’s mug get smashed in the face
jaykae still didn’t send his verse
sk+pta get left in a casket case
[outro]
fumez the engineer

- pete bas lyrics

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