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Pete & Bas - Window Frame Cypher, Pt. II lyrics

Artist: Pete & Bas

album: Window Frame Cypher, Pt. II


(NineOne)
(Omelette du fromage)
Hello girl, hello love
Come and have a drink with the boys in the pub
Get lit, get touched when the biscuit crunch
I'll end his fun when I pull that plug
Yeah, It's internet P my connections plush and I'm feeling lush
Make a lady blush when I lift that clutch
And I feed them chicks like a baby duck
Bruck a brick down and dish that
Grab dough, back in a mo like Szyslak
Gis' that money in a bag and split that
Whip back 'round in a stolen motor
This Deagle comes with a kick back
Knick knack paddy whack, bird with a big back
Throw that bone, got chrome in a ruck sack
Stepped on the Birkenstocks and he got knocked over
Rip the car doors off, toot that horn
With the windows down while I shout and scream
Built like a Volvo escort, bulk my mass
With a bowl of grains and beans
Humble price for the rocks and powders
Wrapped up tight in my Nike trousers
Windmill fist to another man's face
And he won't wake up for the next six hours
Shuriken stars and a blow gun dart
When I find that man I'ma take his soul
Strike his neck with a lightning bolt
Hop on me mountain bike and go
You don't wanna war with PKJ
Get jabbed in the eyes with a viper's blow
Took your wife out for Greggs and vodkas
We made love on the bus ride home
Call on the heart of a raging rhino, it's my time to go
Just bagged a girl I met on the internet quite some time ago
Looking nice, smelling fresh, dress to impress in my three piece, yes
Took his queen like a game of chess
Barry White on the vinyl time to have sex
Grabbed his face and I pulled his tongue out
Yep, the man was done out
One slice and his gut just hung out
Clean my boots but I can't get the muck out
For fuck's sake
Lit a man's head like a birthday cake
Then he got hung like fishing bait
Used him as a punch bag, hook to the face
Barry says, ladies do
Usual please, make that two
Pop a pill, colour blue
Took her back, sonic boom
Barry's on a bender
Bunda, lenga
Ice cold like December
Pull up in a Land Rover Defender
Ayy, girl, do you feel me?
So what, you wanna come wheel me?
Look darling, we can go one more time
But you know that it might just kill me
Now, I'm willing to die for nyash
Christian girl, bible bash
I bring the drink, you supply the hash
Don't tell the wife, she'll have a heart attack
One hit of the bifta, lifted
Glass of the stout, I'm twisted
Chunks of the Thai got shifted
Splashed on the ice, I'm nicely wristed
Magnum, pint or whiskey
Oop, your girl just kissed me
Old bird said she missed me
Chucked her like a bleeding Frisbee
End of the line when I step in the building
Reach for the sky mate do as you're told
I ain't joking, I will smoke him
What I wouldn't do for a Marlboro Gold
Billy, I'm a magpie
I've always had an eye for the shiny things
Silver chains and golden bangles
Platinum watches, diamond rings

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