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lirik lagu fire in the booth, pt. 3 – aj tracey & charlie sloth

[intro]
now it’s time to rumble!
trust me
you already know, man
aj tracey, flu game
we’re here, man
charlie sloth
come on, come on
f*ckin’ h*ll
uh, let’s go

[verse 1]
swish
man are talking tough, but them man are nothing but net
and if the gang sike out with a g*lock, them dry yutes are getting nothing but wet
i’m in latimer, bakewell pies, ain’t renting the lies, can’t pattern no let
no pasta, we’re letting it fly, these sh*lls crash live, ain’t clapping on set
i told bro, “rise ten and i’ll match you”
put my name in a track, i’ma catch you
drill’s like a partner you gotta go back to, i don’t want to but i have to
i got nothing but hate for the jakes, how many times with a descript for a black yute?
i don’t wanna talk smoke online, i’m too blessed, f*ck twitter, man’ll get at you
i’m a west end baby, one*one made me and my mp was unbeaten
next door i had the mid*trial blues, i took my own yellow, i crossed that sweden
if two man hop off the t*max and you’re on sight, best dive like eden
i don’t send death threats, i don’t reason, flu game, i could drop points all season
i’ve been on the grime sets, been on the drill beats, man know i love this tempo
used to get reloads for a laugh, them man only got a one wheel when it end, though
my og said to the game with peace so the mandem got an extendo
chopsticks when we land in a box, have bare different food in the cut like bento
free sq, free sq, free sq ’til he’s home, it’s mental
i got a young thug flagging for the west, no vest gonna help when he slap out your dental
you don’t know about fear ’til the jakes are behind you and you got a glock in this rental
i’m from west but my home still central, that’s why i treat old street like my temple
bare rumours, but i’m okay though
took big ls, but i’m okay though
no label, but i’m okay though
old friends ungrateful, i’m okay though
i got twenty*two man on my payroll, i’m a real boss, them man are just play*doh
i grew tryna hear mandem on lay low to la tings tryna pour tech in my faygo
i got so many plaques that if you try match that, then we gotta all go dentist
most versatile and i meant it, stuck to the code, didn’t break or bend it
man cry about genre, let me talk genre, n*ggas don’t know about genre
packages genre, b*tterflies, that’s the next genre, ladbroke grove, that’s the next genre
i got metaphors, triple*entendre, west london on my back, no sponsor
g trace so i buss on a monster, crack up the game like a fresh cooked lobster
ex mobster, now i count dough with a p*rnstar martini in my corner
don’t play my brudda, won’t warn ya, bro start heat up your block like sauna
[interlude]
come on
aj tracey, flu game
charlie sloth
this was overdue
you already know
we’re outside, man, what you sayin’, we got our rap on for them?
let’s go
it sounds like nyge

[verse 2]
yo, look
my flow’s immaculate
suck your mum if you think otherwise
you can’t compare me to these other guys
i gave my n*gga couple pieces just to test the water
and if he comes back really quick, he’ll get that other five
i’m just an alien raised among the finer things
but none of them were mine, we had to wrap the light in cling
or tesco bags, just grab a bit and then you light the tip
we used to drive the hoopty back to yard and then go hide the whip
every day i take a breath and then i thank the lord
cah he let me get this paper on my own accord
my first car was double r, i didn’t own a ford
he ran off on the plug, he couldn’t charge us like a broken chord
if you did me dirty once, you know i owe you four
so please don’t take this sh*t to heart, i swear it’s only war
i never warm up for the kid, you know my shows are raw
have everybody screaming “come on” like when bony scores
it won’t make me any colder if i win awards
like what am i winning for?
i love the recognition, but i got a winner’s core
that’s why i own a couple yards and i don’t never check the total when i’m in a store
them man who flexing sh*t relentless, know they’re living poor
delete my sh*t and i’ll still hit it ’til the women sore
i light my ganja, tip the henny for the biggest pour
i might just shout my agent, tell her line the biggest tour
mmm, skin fade and i don’t do the taper
them man who calling fifty k sound like they’re new to paper
fifty quid, i’ll put that sh*t down on a rouly table
when someone buys a car in full, you know they’re really stable
or they’re really dumb
but i ain’t start spend my sh*t until i had a milli stacked, that’s a milli done
or we could do another, check my bank, a milli won
a hundred quid just cah my streams are popping, life is really fun
my teachers used to treat my different cah my sh*t was ripped
now when they drive the kids to school, you know my sh*t ain’t skipped
call it karma, call it anything to make you get it
just know i’ll catch you on the rebound and i’ll never pet it
i wanna take this moment here to say, my dargs, i miss you
too many brothers out here dying now and that’s the issue
and to them females tryna dirty up my name for nothing
i know you must be going through it, just know i forgive you
and if you hear somebody say that me and them are beefing
they must be smoking on a har’ becah it ain’t a green ting
i had to make myself a boss so can’t n0body sack man
i’m only scared of starting static with the f*cking taxman
[outro]
trust me
aj tracey, fire in the booth
ladbroke grove
charlie sloth
you already know, man
flu game
you already know, man
we had to do it, it was overdue
we done it, history, yeah
west london in the building
boo!

- aj tracey charlie sloth

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