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Homerton B
Unknown T Lyrics


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 ten out of ten 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 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
'Cause 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, 'cause 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

Lyrics © ELITE EMBASSY
Written by: Daniel Lena, Elisha Shallum Emru Mitchell

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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 ten out of ten 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 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
'Cause 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, 'cause 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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Unknown T - Homicide B

It's Unknown T Homicide B
I've got feds on me
Jail block, jury on me
Shank and dash
Dem boy cheffed and retreat
It's Unknown T Homicide B
Feds on me
Courts on me
Shank and dash



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Chicken Connoisseur

This tune bangs, but I can't ever hear it without applauding the passion with which he kissed his teeth at 0:35. Phenomenal effort 👏🏾

paul

it isnt that deep lad

Sean Moses

Just shut up you stupid bitch he can comment if he wants dickhead

flashie zero

@Anastasi Laptev oh right hes not hard to find lol

Anastasi Laptev

flashie zero, memuless made a vid about this guy and how great he is and he is here

flashie zero

@Anastasi Laptev ?

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Sharena Gordon

How tf do Americans still think we posh. 😹✋🏼

(I feel like my comment has pissed the Americans off, so. I’m going to clarify this. Idc ☺️)

CFN GuapLORD

The UK was posh until all the Jamaicans moved there. And that was around the 1970s and 1980s. Just give us time to update our stereotypes😂

BrAdShAw123456

@Mr Crackdonald or you’re just a nazi who knows

BrAdShAw123456

@Mr Crackdonald grammar nazi

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