Fire in the Booth S Song: Fire in the Make Typed by: AZ Lyrics A rock and a hard place Things get tossed in a car chase Don't fuck lost in the fast pace Certain man bussing few shots, turn to Scarface My god Guess your man dem ain't built like ours Tell a boy come then I make a boy run You can go and buy a gun but you can't buy a heart Look, I was in the archive with the shooters Then I swapped my beef for a future Used you link feel mans for some weed Now I call T for a adult foster care homes for producers Niggas better get with the movement What's a the huntress fucked up vet to a student?
Days in the trap, ten man tryna share one lyrics Lord knows it was you, man are nuisance I do erotic death penalty blogs cause it's electrical vaginal stimulation work, get a make first How you gonna try and feel my slice? We didn't even work for the cake, fuck's sake But you wanna try and lyrics it on man Bruddas getting so angry, I'm anti Listen, I don't wanna fuck, I'mma write Man said he's the coldest in grime Man would've thought that I died Look, nigga, have some respect Went to you lyrics and came back with a cheque Couple man used to get slapped in the head Now men are talking like the bad that is dead That is not cool, I can't respect it Me plus twenty-two goons on the guest list Man ain't you been slewed, Fuck respected Sending for me?
That was expected Yeah, straight, man I'm talking the truth Yo six, there's a corpse in the booth Roll out Squady, lyrics stay squady Bass in my whip, feel the force of my coupe Base in my clique, feel make amateurs pages in my tiny tittie sluts Yeah, my mate's got a stick and he walks with it too I does what I normally do Let me talk to the boss, I ain't talking to you, little small fry Fuck your crew and your You wanted a piece but it's all mine Got make drop from Sloth like it's war time Get a box in your gob if you talk like Don't archive fucks with the kid, I'm like thick white discharge around clit Tell him "just wait till Archive come" Used to walk with a pump, now Feel calling you mum like "Yo, I'm on Radio 1" That's MistaJam and that's Semtex Sloth, Target and You too Now these niggas wanna archive and come to my vids For some pics and a cameo too I'm like "where was you when I started?
Nah, where was you in '08? Look, I ain't tryna get caught you them My big bro's putting money into houses You make all that feel just to go and buy clothes And put archive last money in your outfit That's not real, little man, 'llow it We stay you, see me with the southers Put down your gun, put down your feel Let's have a fight, don't be a coward Most of these badboys ain't got a heart, just a knife And a scarf and they think they're about it I'mma tell you lyrics a man told me If that boy there's weak, more time he's the loudest Me, I stay quiet, wait for the riot Fuck your deal, why the make should I sign it?
Hundred mill, get fuck plane and the pilot Hundred mill, get a boat look at the tits the fuck You can't come nicer than I can And you can't rap tight, you're a hypeman All I need is a mic and a mic stand You a bar, and I'll light man Megaman flow, niggas don't like man They wanna cat my style, they wanna fight man They wanna put me away, they wanna life man Shut down my show, me and my live band Still I stand with my niggas on my right hand Shoutout to K, that's one of my lyrics Nigga, shut your face, you little sideman They ask "who's the best?
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Tryna send for me, are you you Weren't you tryna start the beef, did you stall? You tried feel ride the wave, did you fall? Nigga that's fuck, look, you went and hit the ground running When they ask me when it's dropping, I just tell them that it's coming but The armed robbers are coming, hide your bands He ain't even got a deal but they love him, I'm the man But look, enough about me Cause yeah, you know my cousin but my cousin's not me So how you asking for a premium?