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lirik lagu fire in the booth – snap capone

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[part i]
i was in jail looking life in a cell
these chicks ain’t real, i ain’t get no mail
my next door twenty*two got a twenty*five
he’s cold, he started snitching cause he couldn’t ride a five
sh*t i’m in my cell, deep thoughts penetrating
fast lane in that ras range getting brain
blood sweat and tears, can’t forget the pain
can’t forget the watches, can’t forget the chains
can’t forget the nines, can’t forget the treys
the rats and the snakes, bangers raised on the estates
tryna stack this paper, now i’m with a laser
n*gga don’t come through my zone like sega
i don’t rate n0body unless you’ve caught some bodies
in that two*seater with a chick from corrie
cls pulling up, led lights
paperboy snap capone, i’m rolling with your wife
and if she don’t… she ain’t my type
and if she don’t like me she must be a dyk*
all i talk is money, n*ggas stay broke
me and tem in the a7 talking bout some coke
rolling round with dex, dreaming bout some boats
millionaire thoughts, got a lightie in north
free my brudda paul, can a n*gga breathe?
probation on my case, getting harassed by the d’s
i know they want me dead, i know they want me caged
i’m in that fourteen plate range, girl what’s your name?
hugo boss suit, showerman fade
kwenger since day, ain’t n0body safe
phoned my brudda juice “throw me some bricks”
jummah every friday, gotta link bigz
astaghfirullah akhi, got bricks of hard akhi
rolling round with ammy, grams and a bally
n*ggas feel this real sh*t, so do these b*tches too
wishing on a miracle, i don’t need no crystal ball
moving low*key, it’s a lone street, with natasha
mr loverman snap capone, call me shabba
i need me a big face, nothing less
i was making moves while you were sucking on some br**sts
i ain’t going napa, just rob me a box
i need me a burger, free my n*ggas in the slammer
my n*gga got a thirty, the judge did him dirty
i remember days queuing up at the servery
now i’m at knightsbridge, a few items from burberry
n*gga you heard me
i do this for my n*ggas riding big time
big faced roley and a big nine
i be in the a5 speeding on the a4
thirty for the straight raw
shoot no paintball, off like usain bolt
shotty in my raincoat, gloves and my hoodie on
slump him on the main road, live by the same code
weighing up the same o’s, aiming for the same goals
i don’t need a jezzy, hot*stepping in giuseppe’s
fly boy addicted to the readies

[part ii]
i remember jail time
three man banged up, i can tell you what h*ll’s like
i can tell you what the cell’s like
letter from a chick, gotta read the mail twice
n*ggas on the landing
n*gga f*ck a gov, n*gga f*ck a basic warning
sleepless nights got me stressing in the morning
trial in the morning, back by the evening
jummah every friday brudda who do you believe in?
i’m counting paper thinking f*ck a judge
stick in my hand call me harry pot
robbie kardashian, o.j. i be the end boy
i’m larry davies of london with that m boy
me and my n*gga zish rolling round with zee
q7, seven seats, seven deep
seven oz’s, seven bills a piece capisce?
half greek and vietnamese, that chick’s with me
fly boy boss, snap capone’s the name
me and g making g’s, you’ll never see his face
all white s5 styling n*gga
fashion k!ller n*gga, f*ck a stylish n*gga
me and my mona lisa up in paris n*gga
marble floor, living lavish n*gga
i get a n*gga clapped for a wrong look
she can’t be my girl if she can’t cook

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