[Pete & Bas] Plugged In Freestyle
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Pete & Bas - Rap, Freestyle
[Pete & Bas] Plugged In Freestyle
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[Intro: Pete] Yeah, Pete & Bas Plugged In with Fumez Nine, One Let's go, baby [Verse 1: Pete] Hello, girl, hello, 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 but 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, cuttin' up deals in the business meet [Verse 2: Bas] She like me, she want me She wanna come 'round and bonk mе Pull up to mine in her husband's car She want mе, she need me She wanna come 'round and tease me Pull up to mine, midnight, half past She wanna come drink with a geezer Shot with a dealer, ride in the Bimmer She know I got rocks that I sling off the curb Big words and a slick 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 balls like Frederick 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 fag and a dance on a Friday night [Verse 4: Bas] Pull up in a big Bimmer 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 want a few pints and a few fags 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 fag, will ya? Yeah, yeah) [Verse 5: Pete & Bas] 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 Now, I don't mean to be rude But this party's 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 fasterI'm hotboxing the Uber If he complains, I'm punching the bastard Spilt drink everywhere, now my phone's died Pass me the bleeding charger Smoking a biff of the finest grade Now my head's twisted like a Rasta Jump out the whip, that cigarette lit When I'm out on the strip, they run, they scarper Grab that man and I'm shaving his head Like a fucking Turkish barber Popped his noggin with the butt of the dotty And his body foamed up like a bottle of Cava Feds came 'round and I never said nada Quick 'kshh' and I'm downing a lager I never lost face when it came to throwing these fists Got an head like a builder's brick I got fists like concrete slabsStill knock a man down with a kung-fu kick And I don't take shit 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 this 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 a man gets carved like roast It ain't no joke, I ain't Dave Chappelle Now, why has 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 Janis, 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 gay though I ain't Fredo, don't wear tight little shirts like Bugzy Lil boy Aitch don't wanna get maced Stormzy's mug get smashed in the face Jaykae still didn't send his verse Skepta get left in a casket case [Outro] Fumez The Engineer
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