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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bad Boy Chiller Crew
Bad Boy Chiller Crew
Performer
Window Kid
Window Kid
Performer
Charlie Choppa
Charlie Choppa
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Window Kid
Window Kid
Composer
Charlie Choppa
Charlie Choppa
Composer
Kane Welsh
Kane Welsh
Composer
Gareth Kelly
Gareth Kelly
Composer
Scott Lowe
Scott Lowe
Composer
Samuel Robinson
Samuel Robinson
Composer
Jonathan Kirk
Jonathan Kirk
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TACTICS
TACTICS
Producer
Scott Lowe
Scott Lowe
Producer
Mark Ralph
Mark Ralph
Mixing Engineer
Matt Tilston
Matt Tilston
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You told so many times that I should change my mind But I'm here to say goodbye You told so many times that I should change my mind But it was super la-la-la, super la-la-la Lean back and rip up the road No dish on my heart, don't play no notes Rip past like we've run the show The boys are loco and the big forward strokes New heights in this Pajero Bare airtime like I'm the air host Big V6 can smell the petrol The weekend's here, let's take it off-road We sliding, sliding That's floss, still thriving, thriving So the whips we driving, driving Shit fast as lightning, lightning Mapped up, we sliding, sliding That's floss, still thriving, thriving Got the whole crowd wilin', wilin' Got the hotel vibing, piling, go loco I'm a kushy Choppa, young, wild and free This Husqvarna don't cut down trees Yorkshire boy, we love quads and Jeeps Love when that two-stroke pops and screams Walk in the club, it's all eyes on me We back at the bar, we shut down the scene G-squared, G's got knives on my feet LV shares the price of my tea, yo High speed backstreet, so they risk it That's the sound of the Grizzlet Backwheeler, a big 660, all I wanna do is cause mischief Yo, can't lie, I feel unstoppable Don't put it on to the boys, have fun Drinks all night inside the section If the night goes dead, we find the next one You told so many times that I should change my mind But I'm here to say goodbye You told so many times that I should change my mind Thought it was super la-la-la, super la-la-la Lean back and rip up the road No dish on my heart, don't play no notes Rip past like we run the show The boys are loco when the big four rolls New heights in this Pajero Bare airtime like I'm the air host Big V6 can smell the petrol The weekend's here, let's take it off-road We sliding, sliding That's floss, still thriving, thriving To the whips we driving, driving Shit fast as lightning, lightning Mapped up, we sliding, sliding That's floss, still thriving, thriving Got the whole crowd wilin', wilin' Got the hotel vibing, piling, go loco (listen) Gonna get a driving license, nice one Ain't got a car, but I might buy one (swear) These men just bought a limo off eBay For twelve-hundred and that's no light charge (trust) Yeah, and that sounds unusual But I got a free lift to a funeral And I swear down, I met about five new bestest mates in a toilet cubicle I need to get the license quick 'cause I wanna get driving that pirate ship (yeah) Lighting cigs, wiping chicks, moving fast like lightning is It's funny how life can flip when you put your mind to it, go loco And go get a job, you cunt, I'm gonna get off me knob, go loco You've told so many times that I should change my mind But I'm here to say goodbye You told so many times that I should change my mind Thought it was super la-la-la, super la-la-la (yo) It's our sound that they're vibing to All blacked out when we're sliding through That's how robbers and riders do Gentlemen, but we're violent too They all wanna jump on and ride this wave Big boy bikes and cars for days Sticky pads on our license plates Come 'round sideways like we drive a day Sliding, sliding, no sliding out Big four-wheel drive, we're riding out And that's what all my guys about So don't act tough and die for clout She's got a man but she's hiding him It's my DM she's sliding in I guess she's loving this vibe I bring Or just loving this life I'm in Both fans on the wheel, I'ma act out Big bikes in the field, guess I can't growl Roll up, get the venue rammed out Show love, watch the venue skank out High speed, light beam in my night tech That's the sound of the wise head Big bike trying to rip up my vices, full whack, no license Big four chase three in his bathtub That's the sound of the raptor Big four, big roar like a tractor Tell the force, come catch up GLZ all black with the tits like past right catching the kid Foot down then it's back to the bits, 'cause the boys in the back all equipped Lean back and rip up the road No dish on my heart, don't play no notes Rip past like we've run the show The boys are loco when the big four strolls New heights in this Pajero Bare airtime like I'm the air host Big V6 can smell a petrol The weekend's here, let's take it off-road We sliding, sliding That's floss, still thriving, thriving So the whips we driving, driving Shit's fast as lightning, lightning Mapped up, we sliding, sliding That's floss still thriving, thriving Got the whole crowd wilin', wildin' Got the hotel vibing, piling, go loco
Writer(s): Kane Welsh, Samuel Robinson, Jonathan Kirk, Gareth Kelly, Greg Pikett, Scott Lowe, Charles Vincent Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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