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Goodfella
Pete And Bas
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(Nine, one)
I ain't saying I'm a goodfella
Lord knows I ain't squeaky clean
New car, I'm a superstar
And I ain't get it with the money from the cash machine
I got bands in the basement
A couple more in the neighbour's house
And if a man tries taking
He's getting hit with a click-click-pow!
Five gold rings on the fingers
Two gold chains on the chest hair
This one's for me weekend drinkers
We're 'bout to get folded, deckchair
Three-piece suit and a tit-for-tat
Burberry silk on the neckwear
Fill another pint and I knock that back
Thе party don't start till we get therе
Ease up, come and have a knees-up
Rounds on me for the birds and the geezers
Friday night and I'm calling it in
Don't stop till it's Sunday (Jesus!)
Lord almighty, the bird looks mighty fine
And I might just slip her this Richard
Milli' on the wrist, got time for the girl
Quick dinner and a date at the local pictures
Picture this
I'm sitting in a booth with about four birds to me left-hand side
Shots of the gold tequila
I'ma knock that back with a pinch of the salt and lime
No need to rush
I got Martin sitting in the Range and he's parked outside
Knocked into a bloke at the bar and he spilled my drink
But I laughed and I let that slide
No time for the drama (Yeah)
Busy with the girls, I'm a charmer
Looking all trim, came straight from the barber
Somebody pass me the lager (Ooh)
Shoes on the feet, they're shining
Smoking suit with a silk-cut lining
How can a female resist Bas when he floods his neck with the diamonds?
I ain't saying I'm a goodfella
Lord knows I ain't squeaky clean
New car, I'm a superstar
And I ain't get it with the money from the cash machine
I got bands in the basement
A couple more in the neighbour's house
And if a man tries taking
He's getting hit with a click-click-pow!
Let me talk my shit (Yeah)
Brand new rims on a brand new whip (Yeah)
Brand new chain on a brand new chick
With a brand new rose gold piece on her wrist (Oh yeah)
I'm a fire-starter (Yeah)
I'm a twisted fire-starter
Hot step, set fire to the dance
I make 'em jump up, baby, how's your father? (Woo)
I'm an English bulldog (Yeah)
Best grab 'em when I yank them jewels off
Big man with a sanded-sawn-off
Best get down when I bang them tools off
Bow! Come on, then, shake a leg
This one'll make you bang your head
Back then, I could've lost meself
But then I picked me feet up and I danced again
Both hands on the hips of the bird in front
While I move like a locomotive
I'm fresh like a bunch of roses
No stress when I roll the foliage
Blow trees in the back of the big Winnebago, sippin' on a pina colada
Mi casa es tu casa
Kick off your shoes, come on, puff on this Havana
I'm smooth with it, just watch me
I'm moving it, can't stop me
I'm losing it on this broccoli
Come on, have a dance with an old-school Cockney
In the country house
I got a chef and a cook and a cleaner, my, oh, my
Well, why, oh, why should I lift a finger
When I work for the finest life?
I ain't saying I'm a goodfella
Lord knows I ain't squeaky clean
New car, I'm a superstar
And I ain't get it with the money from the cash machine
I got bands in the basement
A couple more in the neighbour's house
And if a man tries taking
He's getting hit with that click-click-pow!