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Pete & Bas – Mr Worldwide Lyrics

Yeah, hasta luego
Wagwan to the boys in Tobago
Keep one eye open for the plain clothes
I need more leg room for the plane home
E-se to the boys in Lagos
They hold it down when the man need favours
Transatlantic for my flavours
Might chuck the chips down in Vegas

Bonjour to the birds in France
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?
One love when I’m in Jamaica
I bust Magnum when I wine and dance
German whip with a German stick and German chick
When I’m out in Mainz
Plates of meat out down the beach house
With the chicas out in Spain

King Kong banging on my chest, I’m global
Running up numbers, money man, mogul
We don’t chit-chat, we ain’t vocal
We ship packs out, doing up postal
Shake hands with the locals
Network and we don’t mean social
Stepped out in Italian suede
And I tell a man prego, I tally up totals
Now once upon a time I
Had dents in a ride I
Had zilch in the bank
Then I broke down bricks to serve up in the night time
Now I’m Mr Worldwide when I pull up outside
Girls wanna jump into the car and ride
I must apologise, I don’t really have time
To chat and fraternise when threatening mine
Come on then, just touched down in Dublin
Get cash back then double it
Bubbling carb in a pot then shovel it
Smuggling paid for the jewels I’m covered in
Go on then, grab him then, let’s be having him
I just sparked a man’s lights out, halogen
Then I boxed him up nice and packaged him
Shipped a man the next day like Amazon

I just stepped out in Turkey, and I’m feeling certi
Had to back ouzo dirty, needs must when I’m feeling thirsty
Keep the dome bald on top, but the backs all nice and curly
Lord knows I tried to quit smoking
But a twenty deck’s one pound thirty
And a twenty deck’s one pound forty
Wife in Gibraltar brought that back for me
Tell her I’m out in Dubai smoking doobies, be back shortly
And the plod just caught me
Slap on the wrist mate, naughty, naughty
So I slapped him a fifty
Federali changed his mind quite quickly
A man changed his tune
Banging on the drum mate, click-clack boom
Laid a quick track with my old mate Fumez
And then we kicked back with a pint in Spoons
Feet up with my hobnail boots
I sip another pint, it’s time to get loose
See that boy, said he owes me money
Tap him on his head mate, duck-duck goose

I feel a little burn when I back that goose
I’m having ’em up large on a coastal cruise
Couple of rap stars in a three piece suit
You never would’ve believed that’s what we do
I look at the red dot when I ride and shoot
I come and collect that guap when I’m sliding through
I fill up a red cup like I’m out in U
S.A out here low ride in a coup
I’m out here, you want some?
Come and get it when I’m running on my lonesome
Sawn off? Nah, I’m running with a long one
Dot-dot left him laid out in his long johns
Ping-pong get slapped with a backhand
Base ball bat with the barbed wire wrapped round
Back of the net when I shoot that shot
Get laid out, WWE Smackdown

Yeah, hasta luego
Wagwan to the boys in Tobago
Keep eye one open for the plain clothes
I need more leg room for the plane home
E-se to the boys in Lagos
They hold it down when the man need favours
Transatlantic for my flavours
Might chuck the chips down in Vegas
Bonjour to the birds in France
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?
One love when I’m in Jamaica
I bust Magnum when I wine and dance
German whip with a German stick and German chick
When I’m out in Mainz
Plates of meat out down the beach house
With the chicas out in Spain




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