Shut Ya Mouth - Pete & Bas

Talking the lingo

BMW, blacked out windows

Hands in the air, bingo

Make you see stars, Ringo

Gold, one on each finger

Handstand backflip ninja

Don’t speak till I say so

Or the bing might sting ya

Bing in the back

Bringing them back

Jewels in the front

Sand in the pack

Too much umm-ing and ahh-ing

Quick one-two I’mma bring back sparring

Too much farting around

Horse and carting around

Slap, bang

Too much talk in the air

Not enough sport on the box

Watch, no time on my hands

Discount merch in the back of the van

Damn, walk firm on the slab

No need to pay when I’m taking a cab

Look in my eyes

Ain’t here for the pork or the pies

Had enough of that dirt

Don’t get wise

These hands don’t care about another man’s size

Alright, alright

Give us a sec cos I’m on that phone

Leave me alone

How much for the flight?

How much for the holiday home?

Okay, okay

Let me get back to the matter at hand

Sit yourself down

I need hands on the table

Stone island, check the label

Oh yeah

Don’t wanna spill my drink I’ll lose my rag

Who’s got the lucifer I wanna light my fag

Oi, you

Shut ya mouth, shut ya mouth, shut ya mouth

Chicken and chips in a box

Quick (whistle) to the man in the shop

Shut it, do you think I’m a mug?

You’ve been drinking you stink of the stuff

Just bought my grandaughter an iPhone

She asked for an iPhone

What’s she gonna do with a iPhone?

I ain’t got a clue with a iPhone

Sold a sack to the boys on the scaff

Me and the wife just had a tiff in the back of the gaff

I ain’t over the moon

Where my specs at?

Nobody move

Hold on, what’s this in the back of my belt?

Oh yeah it’s my shooter

Shut ya mouth

Or I’ll do ya

Oh yeah

Don’t wanna spill my drink I’ll lose my rag

Who’s got the lucifer I wanna light my fag

Oi, you

Shut ya mouth, shut ya mouth, shut ya mouth