Browns lyrics

[Intro]
(Omelette du fromage)

[Verse 1: Bas]
Face on the watch got dipped in diamonds
Pull up the sleeve and a man got blinded
And I got rings, mate, one on each finger
Ladies in the back of the car we're riding
Three-day bender, big weekend
And I'm out here sippin' on London's finest
Six in the mornin', I'm off my noodle
Down in the club, that's where they find us

[Verse 2: Pete]
London boys stay scheming
Hop out to fix my feelings
Drake playing on the rental radio
Leaning, ten pints down and I'm steaming
Easy, geezer, how ya feeling?
Nice to meet ya, I’m your local wheeler dealеr
Herbs on my head like Julius Caеsar
Italian beer and a stone-baked pizza

[Verse 3: Bas]
Wray and Nephew's all up in the system
I just got my guns out and kissed 'em
Flex anytime, I'm swinging this chain
These rings and watch are dripping and glistening
Baby, baby, yeah
Baby, contain your thirst
I know you want me, girl, but look
I'm a business man and it just won't work
[Verse 4: Pete]
Mamacita, you know I see ya
Can you pick a bag? And can you hold this heater?
Ya got a nice smile like the Mona Lisa
You wanna be rich? I can be your teacher
Fridge and a freezer, the wrist gets colder
Ice on the watch like a blinking boulder
Nothing to stop time, I might get older
But I'm a veteran in the game, you're a soldier

[Verse 5: Bas]
Sun rays on the Ray-Ban shades
On a Sunday, fresh off the runway
Looking like I never sold shh in the alley
Back behind the flats, midnight on a Monday (Woo)
Big-bigger the man, bigger the dent they leave in the ground
When they get one-two'd by the governor
Bigger the back on that bird
Then the bigger the chances I'm asking that bird for the number

[Verse 6: Pete]
And I'm chilling with a bird in Browns
If you wanna bubble, like Bob said, simmer down
In the bureau de change, turning dollars into pounds
And I got a lot of money in the back of the transit van
So just scram if you're gonna talk smack
Puerto Rican girl sitting on my lap
Pork pie sitting on me head, that's an hat
And we got boys with the tools in the back
[Verse 7: Bas]
In the back of the Beemer, got brain off a bird
Big bings in the boot, banging them when needed, Jesus
They know my name, my face and the place I'm from
You don't wanna get petered (Nah)
You don't wanna get Bas eithered (Nah)
You don’t wanna get Bas heated (Nah)
Pull up with about ten boys in the back of the car
And you get stampeded

[Verse 8: Pete]
Bald head
**** feds
And we get cash 'til the morning come
Your man got X'd like an hot-cross bun
Whip out the bing and they run
I'm the man of the moment and gone in an instant
Dusted a victim, wrapped in a Rizla
Bas, pass the light, spark this one