Dash

Lyrics
[Intro] (NineOne) [Verse 1: Pete] 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 [Chorus: Pete] 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 [Verse 2: Bas] 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? [Verse 3: Uncle Bal] 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 [Chorus: Pete] 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
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Credits
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- Pete & Bas