D-Block Europe - Black Beatles lyrics
D-Block Europe [Young Adz, Dirtbike LB] United Kingdom
[D-Block Europe - Black Beatles lyrics]
Hat back, trap back, flicky, back out
Turn my auntie's kitchen to a trap house
7Up, muddy, I drop four ounce
Hat back, trap back, Cali, four pounds
Listen, my dear, I'm big league
Gotta move like Michelle Obama if
You're fuckin' with me
Leave the lil' boys to the toys
Where I take you
It's 2K a night for the suite
Sharks in the tank while we eat
Pick a lobster live, bon appétit
I put the latest laces on her feet
Let her link her friends and take the Jeep
(Skrrt) yeah, hundred-K chain look retardеd
I trap with the Yardies and Malis
I'm antisocial, I don't party
Rather blow thе bag overseas
Eleven Rollies, Richards, AP's
My cleaner said I'm goin' crazy (I'm gone)
My old hoe jealous, probably hates me (yeah)
Wouldn't piss on her if she paid me
Hat back, trap back, flicky, back out
Turn my auntie's kitchen to a trap house
7Up, muddy, I drop four ounce
Hat back, trap back, Cali, four pounds
I don't lean when I sip 'cause I
Quit so we ain't with the styrofoam (No way)
I won't drive with the stick but I'm
Tellin' my hitter to slide close (Slide)
New timepiece, put a hundred on each
Still get the time wrong (yeah)
Darlin', I come up like I was with Meech
I put those guys on (Ya dig?)
I said I'm a rockstar, well, baby, I can
(Ski) i used to sell rocks at
The top of the stairs, stairs
Was chasin' a big red bus
Now the petty's and skelly's a buss (Ski)
Fitted Amiri's, a must
Beezo's crazy, baby, I don't wanna discuss
(Ugh)
Hat back, trap back, flicky, back out
Turn my auntie's kitchen to a trap house
7Up, muddy, I drop four ounce
Hat back, trap back, Cali, four pounds
Turn my auntie's kitchen to a trap house
7Up, muddy, I drop four ounce
Hat back, trap back, Cali, four pounds
Listen, my dear, I'm big league
Gotta move like Michelle Obama if
You're fuckin' with me
Leave the lil' boys to the toys
Where I take you
It's 2K a night for the suite
Sharks in the tank while we eat
Pick a lobster live, bon appétit
I put the latest laces on her feet
Let her link her friends and take the Jeep
(Skrrt) yeah, hundred-K chain look retardеd
I trap with the Yardies and Malis
I'm antisocial, I don't party
Rather blow thе bag overseas
Eleven Rollies, Richards, AP's
My cleaner said I'm goin' crazy (I'm gone)
My old hoe jealous, probably hates me (yeah)
Wouldn't piss on her if she paid me
Hat back, trap back, flicky, back out
Turn my auntie's kitchen to a trap house
7Up, muddy, I drop four ounce
Hat back, trap back, Cali, four pounds
I don't lean when I sip 'cause I
Quit so we ain't with the styrofoam (No way)
I won't drive with the stick but I'm
Tellin' my hitter to slide close (Slide)
New timepiece, put a hundred on each
Still get the time wrong (yeah)
Darlin', I come up like I was with Meech
I put those guys on (Ya dig?)
I said I'm a rockstar, well, baby, I can
(Ski) i used to sell rocks at
The top of the stairs, stairs
Was chasin' a big red bus
Now the petty's and skelly's a buss (Ski)
Fitted Amiri's, a must
Beezo's crazy, baby, I don't wanna discuss
(Ugh)
Hat back, trap back, flicky, back out
Turn my auntie's kitchen to a trap house
7Up, muddy, I drop four ounce
Hat back, trap back, Cali, four pounds