Jcmalan - Blue Homekit Lyrics

Tracky on in the bits, chilling with hotties
Tiger boy with the cali buds, they glow like Frosties
More bitches than an old lady walkin' the doggies
This kickbacks strong, kicks like donkeys
White dons in black hoods thats ying yang honkies
Bare white yobs on your block, troublesome cockneys
My guys don't get bored, we're on active hobbies
3 layers on like a fab twist man up like lollies
Creepy Annabelle house that's dollies and bodies

JC when I move smoother, check that map and do a manoeuvre
Dsquared or the OVO's lookin like Vancouver
Not no clapper or shooter if it's hands and miss
Send man to the cubicle, Cos he's taking the piss
Eagle face on my wrist
This girl give so much knowledge, and she's giving her bestie tips
Brown skin cute and thick, with the nicest hips
Feeling like a bossman with these nugs and chips
Mixing the different louds, cloud 9 with the alien ships
This tea gets sips
If you got no permit on ends turn Kermit with the tea I sip
You don't wanna walk on ice or melt you don't wanna feel this slip
Blacked out vision and a hospital drip
I can tell you about nasty trips
Mini clips, these lot play games on the net but forget I know all their tricks
Call it quits, it's got to end
When the bros shotted 2 Z's and you struggled on a Benz
Solo not a 1 2 3 Cos 3 is a crowd
Good hearted boy I know the streets are proud
Switchin' and mixin' the sounds
Homekit blue land of the crown
Homekit blue land of the crown
Yellow tops, looking like Cleveland Brown
Wake up bake off in my dressing gown
I get around too much hear the sounds so much that I gotta go find who said it
Pay that bread for it don't leave anything deaded
Say it I meant it thought it did it reversed it changed it
Pointed you claimed it meetups I arrange it
Looking all fly in the village in a vintage tee
Few meetups with a bad one then it turns casually
It's casualty in the streets of London
Hotbox whips in the streets of London
Swerve and skid in the streets of London
Fully a Brit in the streets of London
Making bricks in the streets of London

And I ain't finished, I'll just test out a big mans fitness
Have a man doing the relay which way how fast is he
Size 9's doing 9 an hour pussyfoot you're on a pound an hour
Weak foot like his weak words he crashed cried and he hit curb
Mad when a bigman is a small man but won't just stick to the facts
Funny how all these racks do the talking but little mans shy
JC the realist till I die for the fakes I cannot trust that's why I'm so woke with this third eye
(Ay ay)
(Ay)
(Ay)

JC when I move smoother, check that map and do a manoeuvre
Dsquared or the OVO's lookin like Vancouver
Not no clapper or shooter if it's hands and miss
Send man to the cubicle, Cos he's taking the piss
Eagle face on my wrist
This girl give so much knowledge, and she's giving her bestie tips
Brown skin cute and thick, with the nicest hips
Feeling like a bossman with these nugs and chips
Mixing the different louds, cloud 9 with the alien ships
This tea gets sips
If you got no permit on ends turn Kermit with the tea I sip