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Unknown T, Homerton B I've got gyallie on me Opp block, bali on me Panic and dash Dem boy run and retreat Unknown T, Homerton B Gyallie on me Bali on me Panic and dash Samurai's in batches Whack, whack, pull up, skrrt, reverse Bang, the ting goes back in the jacket Hope the clip or the spin' make him backflip When it comes to the trap (*kiss teeth*) All my niggas work off the magic Got that 10 out of 10 and it's banging Apart from the tragics (listen) I was on the backroad picking my cats Nike tracksuit, and a 'fuck off' hat Ghost-, ghost move then come back 'Cah her tits went out, when she saw my stack Pull up, pull up where it is or jaft Lets go home, tell that bitch call cab How could you make that your darling one? When that Barbie's lookin' like Bratz, and How could you make that your hubby? Empty tummy, that nigga eat brass (hmm) Went on a meal den dashed Listen, look Baby, bend ya' back and then dig it Dig it, bend ya' back and then dig it Back and then dig it, gyal want more dickin' Back in one minute, bag up that spinach It's Unknown T, Homerton B I've got gyallie on me Opp block, bali on me Panic and dash Dem boy run and retreat It's Unknown T, Homerton B I've got gyallie on me Opp block, bali on me Panic and dash Dem boy run and retreat (-treat) Unknown T, let me come and spin it Me, YB had a big bruckback '015 days Think I'm kidding? T jumped out, tryna catch some drillings Man get fried, finna duck them chickens Outside of mans college, in front of the innocent Slide tru back to back, and I'm filling 'em Round movin' horrid in front of civilians Look, it's mental up in my ends Got packs on crack, nutshells and skengs Jakes got helicopters with lights And they all beaming down on my friends (fuck) The shits too obb' in the ends Let me tell you 'bout déjà vu Old school days, I held my first skeng Bro you're an actor, please don't pretend YB and Ram, that's active, gang Word to KO: Seen men with the biggest of shanks have no heart Cos they ran, and they ran Cut tru main road, get robbed man damn Cut tru main road, get robbed man damn Back my J-Lo and back shot man They're Madeleine gang, cos they vanished and ran Buck my main hoe, that's backshot gang Baby bend ya' back and then dig it Dig it, bend ya' back and then dig it Back and then dig it, gyal want more dickin' Back in one minute, bag up that spinach Bandits and figures, rappers and drillers Grab a few nanks, or grab a spare spinner Back in the lab, the feds wanna trap 'They trafficking grams', it's back it or dash It's Unknown T, Homerton B I've got gyallie on me Opp block, bali on me Panic and dash Dem boy run and retreat It's Unknown T, Homerton B I've got gyallie on me Opp block, bali on me Panic and dash Dem boy run and retreat (-treat) It's Unknown T, Homerton B Gyallie on me Bali' on me Panic and dash Run and retreat It's Unknown T, Homerton B Gyallie on me Bali' on me Panic and dash Run and retreat R-run and retreat (-treat), r-r-r-run and retreat It's Unknown T, Homerton B Hom-, hom-hom Homerton B Panic and dash
Writer(s): Daniel Lena, Ha Shallum Emru Mitchell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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