Homerton B - Unknown T, MJ Cole

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It’s Unknown T, Homerton B

I’ve got gyallie on me

Opp block, bally on me

Panic and dash

Dem boy run and retreat

It’s Unknown T, Homerton B

Gyallie on me

Bally 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

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

Wanna 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, bally on me

Panic and dash

Dem boy run and retreat

It’s Unknown T, Homerton B

I’ve got gyallie on me

Opp block, bally on me

Panic and dash

Dem boy run and retreat (-treat)

Unknown T, let me come and spin it

Me, YB had a big bruck-back '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

Cause they ran, and they ran

Cut thru' main road, get robbed man damn

Cut thru' 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're trafficking grams», it’s back it or dash

It’s Unknown T, Homerton B

I’ve got gyallie on me

Opp block, bally on me

Panic and dash

Dem boy run and retreat

It’s Unknown T, Homerton B

I’ve got gyallie on me

Opp block, bally on me

Panic and dash

Dem boy run and retreat (-treat)

It’s Unknown T, Homerton B

Gyallie on me

Bally' on me

Panic and dash

Run and retreat

It’s Unknown T, Homerton B

Gyallie on me

Bally' on me

Panic and dash

Run and retreat-treat

R-run and retreat (-treat), r-r-r-run and retreat-treat

It’s Unknown T, Homerton B

Hom-, hom-hom

Homerton B

Panic and dash

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