Summer 16
Block her
Yo
Stop boy
Team raw
TGA (M)
Block her
We ain't ops, we ain't warrin' (Nah)
You're just boys that's been talkin' (Trust)
Still eat beef when it's scorchin' (Straight)
I'm home alone like Mac Culkin (That's normal)
Gal say she wanna come over (No)
Hell no, I'm a loner
Thinkin' power moves on the sofa (That's right)
Tryna brush the dirt off my shoulder (That's normal)
Take the bread out the toaster (Quickly)
Pay the bread for the toaster (Block her)
Nine pair rebellion revolver (Ayy)
Knock the chip off your shoulder (Ayy)
Put my legs on the sofa (Straight)
I'm wiser now I'm older
Mix the carb with the Coca (Coca)
Light a man up like Gohan (Ayy)
That's KO like commotion (Motion)
Summertime it was blazin' (Wow)
Gunshots on the pavement (Pow)
Never one for the ravin' (Babow)
Burn out ya boy might be flexin' (Tricks)
Two-step with the West End (Block her)
Talk a lot, you're all phonies (Ayy)
I glide, ride like a Rolex (Straight)
Ten, ten, smell important (Ayy)
That fish, girls like the ocean (Peng)
Hold a man for his holdings (Straight)
44 taken, no cheque (Ayy)
Rip your t-shirt like Hogan (That's right)
Curtains, sold out
With that old-school sound like Motown
MOS stacked like I'm more now (Block her)
Fall back it was four downs (Ayy)
Everybody's got pros now (What)
In a fist fight you'll get smoked now (Straight)
Count peas like every night
And you can bet ya life I put a loan down (Stack)
Load up that's the low-down (Money)
Dirty and I'm low down (Ayy)
Low down and I'm dirty (Ayy)
Tryna get her flirty not 30 (30)
Tryna pat her man like the Burberry (Pattern)
Hold it out and I'm sturdy (Ayy)
Stand stiff where the kerb be (Straight)
Half man, half machine (Go)
I ain't like Robo-Cop (Not one)
When man step on the street (Ayy)
Make man lean and bop (Trust)
Dem times squeezin' off (Odds)
You ain't even leave your drum (Odds)
Don't know what hype you're feedin' off
Friday nights on debo stuff (Ayy)
Friday's stuff, Burrito munch
Hot sauce make you wanna slap your mum (One)
You get burnt while it's scorchin' hot
No offense I ain't talkin' none
Block her, stock roll out, no losses
Yo
Stop boy
Team raw
TGA (M)
Block her
We ain't ops, we ain't warrin' (Nah)
You're just boys that's been talkin' (Trust)
Still eat beef when it's scorchin' (Straight)
I'm home alone like Mac Culkin (That's normal)
Gal say she wanna come over (No)
Hell no, I'm a loner
Thinkin' power moves on the sofa (That's right)
Tryna brush the dirt off my shoulder (That's normal)
Take the bread out the toaster (Quickly)
Pay the bread for the toaster (Block her)
Nine pair rebellion revolver (Ayy)
Knock the chip off your shoulder (Ayy)
Put my legs on the sofa (Straight)
I'm wiser now I'm older
Mix the carb with the Coca (Coca)
Light a man up like Gohan (Ayy)
That's KO like commotion (Motion)
Summertime it was blazin' (Wow)
Gunshots on the pavement (Pow)
Never one for the ravin' (Babow)
Burn out ya boy might be flexin' (Tricks)
Two-step with the West End (Block her)
Talk a lot, you're all phonies (Ayy)
I glide, ride like a Rolex (Straight)
Ten, ten, smell important (Ayy)
That fish, girls like the ocean (Peng)
Hold a man for his holdings (Straight)
44 taken, no cheque (Ayy)
Rip your t-shirt like Hogan (That's right)
Curtains, sold out
With that old-school sound like Motown
MOS stacked like I'm more now (Block her)
Fall back it was four downs (Ayy)
Everybody's got pros now (What)
In a fist fight you'll get smoked now (Straight)
Count peas like every night
And you can bet ya life I put a loan down (Stack)
Load up that's the low-down (Money)
Dirty and I'm low down (Ayy)
Low down and I'm dirty (Ayy)
Tryna get her flirty not 30 (30)
Tryna pat her man like the Burberry (Pattern)
Hold it out and I'm sturdy (Ayy)
Stand stiff where the kerb be (Straight)
Half man, half machine (Go)
I ain't like Robo-Cop (Not one)
When man step on the street (Ayy)
Make man lean and bop (Trust)
Dem times squeezin' off (Odds)
You ain't even leave your drum (Odds)
Don't know what hype you're feedin' off
Friday nights on debo stuff (Ayy)
Friday's stuff, Burrito munch
Hot sauce make you wanna slap your mum (One)
You get burnt while it's scorchin' hot
No offense I ain't talkin' none
Block her, stock roll out, no losses
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Writer(s): Richard Ojo
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