Lyrics Shut Ya Mouth - Pete & Bas

Shut Ya Mouth

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