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Fire In The Booth (Part 1)
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Charlie Sloth
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(Now it’s time to rumble) Yo (Wooooo) Charlie sloth (Come on) Fire in the bludclart booth (Yeah yeah) Ya dun know It’s the trillest, the realest, the illest Ya nah wah I’m sayin? Yo Big moola Last name Banks Give me pounds, and yen, and dollars, and francs Wanna fly me out to France, better stop with the bants I’m a boujie b*t*h, so I said “No thanks” If it ain't five star, nice yard, I ain’t coming n***as say I’m stunning Beat up the pu**y like drumming Rap chicks running Peak when I run in My Killy ain’t coming if he can’t bring the huh Boot off the door, we ain’t waiting for a “come in” About to bust when a n***a say “I’m c*mming” Mad fly youngin Gwan touch a button, I’m the baddest in the game and ya can’t tell me nothin’ Come tru with a whole new flow Whole new glow New fur coats Champagne breakfast, trips on boats Said I look like Aaliyah, could be true, I love notes My girl, sit down, you don’t know me, bro Stop frontin’ like you fresh, you a phoney ho I got that wet wet macaroni, ho I look good, how could I ever be lonely, oh? Mi a money changer, man love pager Last name Banks cah me love make paper Love vex hater, bad man taker Real yard gyal, first class to Jamaica Freeze motherf**ker, freeze motherf**ker, freeze I’m flyer than your baby mother, sit down please Cold like breeze Trillies on freeze You ain’t never had French kisses like these Get put in a spliff cah mi love bun weed I’m the Queen, now down to your knees Good gyal, nah mek me haffi galang with greaze Take a gyal man, take her on with ease Mi nuh take cheque, but me cash nuff cheque Real hot gyal, every man tek set Trilly come tru, every gyal start threat Two Killy run up, everything get wet Bam boom, freeze, all darg catch stray Ah no football, mi nah come fi play Rise AK. Rinse it. Okay On your March, get set, April, get May It’s the big moola moola, big moola moola, yo No rap chicks ain’t f**king with the flow Passenger side, drive-by, wan’ blow I know where you come from an where you gon’ go Mmm-hmmm, I’m a problem, problematic If it’s the ride out whip then it’s automatic When Trilly come thu, mans blocking traffic Said dem love my vibe when me knock it, knock it This is deuce, if you talk loose, you might end up in the boot Proofs in the pudding, but the puddings in the proof, fam Two packs up tryna flex like juice, yeah She fire in the booth spitting fire in the booth I make a rap chick retire in the booth Put her in a spliff, I’m getting higher in the booth, and it Feels good, I’m inspiring the youts I’m the voice of the streets and they admiring my truth, see Where I come from we don’t fight fair Fields, man pull up, that’s a mans worst nightmare huh Cause that mean sh*ts getting And all my n***as packing, never lacking with the n***as always wassin bout they trap pin’ and they Till sh*t hits the fan, they start dashin’ Ride with a passion, works dem mashin Trillary Banks, that means the reals back in fashion b*t*h Yo Huh, and if rap dont work then it’s back to the triz Back to biz, raps and fliz Cats in nits, packs and bits Crack cocaine, you know the game It comes and goes in loads of bricks Pyrex bowl control the whip She looking like she hit a lick how Spin a gyal outta the lace front Ah weh ya go do? Gwan say something I’m the hardest, that’s blatant Stay on job, them gyal der vacant Only know about big status Big banks, big bank statement He wan’ go down like basement I want space but your bae’s adjacent Ain’t no triller than trill Trill means realer than real I stay killing them still Test me, blood’ll get spilled I need a million mills Ain’t no triller than trill On your block like William Hill Eastender like billy and Phil Might hear me on some Brazilian drill So put some respec on my name Trillary banks im a threat to the game LV creps, we ain’t stepping the same Can’t f**k with these b*t*hes, our cheques ain’t the same Uh, clowns, been entertained What’s understood I don’t need to explain Making it rain f**k that lame Claim that she hot, better pepper that plane Top 3, I ain’t 3 or 2 though Out of this world like Pluto and Mars Reach for the stars, cause I wanna be a billionaire like Bruno Play no games, but they ain’t got a Clue no Boss, no Hugo, you know, Uno Shot down, bye now, kudos, my ting sweet like churros Chula get that moola Pum pum fat, well thick like bulla Real hot gyal live inna living colour Skin smooth, peanut butter Spit, don’t stutter Look, don’t toucha Man get punk’d, no Ashton kutcher High grade puffer OG kusher Touch, crumble I dont need no crusher My ting buffer, mandem sugar Wan me for breakfast, lunch and supper Tell that puta, I’m her pupa Gyal get fried like pot pon cooker, rah Trills on trills on trills Mills on mills, on mills, on Want a house on hills, on hills, on hills Cah on my sauce on spill on spill on Look, f**k what you or your friend heard I could never get spun by dem nerds Pro black but my swags all white Shh, round here we don’t say the n word Spin your sis and your aunty too Any time, Shelly, I’m passin tru Trap, trap in a bando like Grizzy 150 cah I don’t wanna look like you Trill don’t be on the road too tough Still cut through local slammers Brem got food and whem got hammers No pecknarm but black bandanas Money in accounts like Naija scammers Put in the work, don’t care bout spanners Big man ting, no Hannah Montanas Ain’t no blammers Man got Drills on drills on drills Spills on spills, on spills, on Need a house on hills, on hills, on hills Cah on my sauce on spills, on spills, on Charlie Trills on trills on trills Flows on chills, on chills, on chills Sauce on spills, on spills, on I need a house on hills, on hills, on hills Rah
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