Mugshot Freestyle Lyrics – Pete & Bas

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[Intro]
(Omelette du fromage)

[Verse: Pete & Bas]
Yeah
Little fella, big mouth, call me Scrappy Doo
Turtle, put a shell up in the back of you
Nailed down, show a fella what the hammer do
Batter you, spud got fried like saga aloo
Peter, shut the fu*k up
Load corn in the chicken, let it buck buck
Belly thicker from the beer and the Richmond’s

Strap sitting in the fold, that’s a tum tuck
Vintage, antique
The broomstick will make your man’s weep
I’m with the Sikhs, six man deep
Make the nine mil clap like your nans cheeks
Champagne with the top boys
Chinese, dim sum with the bok choy
Split him in the middle with the chopstick
Make a b!tch out a man, tom boy
I’m outside with a fag and a can and me top off
Hammered, still knock your block off
Feds coming to the manor when it pop off
The block’s on lock off, I still make the drop off
And they can try and take a couple of bands
I won’t make a mosh pit but I’ll rocking ’em out
They know I’m built like a bottle of stout
And if they try pop caps, I’ll be knocking them out
Puff up your chest, get smoked like cigar
Pull strings like a bloke on a guitar
One call get wrapped dish dasha
Left in a dune in the sands in Qatar
Bando, bricks in between walls
Break bricks like bits on a DeWalt
Bounce bits to the boys in the Midlands
Box out, passing the rock like it’s B-ball

Big chain and it swings on the crisp white
Bring pain when I flex in a fist fight
Got the missus on the blower, tell her sit tight
I’ll be running the roads, I’m back after midnight
Savile Row from head to my tiptoes
Puff a dart then I fling it out the window
Snub nose in the pocket of me three piece
Rest in peace, I’ma due for my zip code
Commas and a dot in the stash
Got the Corrie on the telly while I’m counting the cash
The man talking pork pies, then I’m loading the beans
If he’s skimming on the cream, then I’m banging the mash
And you can find me round the back of the bar
Keep a big bing tucked in the back of the car
Got a bird belling on me while I cut the cigar
And I just hit decline, baby look I’m a star