CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Fire in the Crib
Manlike Lancey in the cut, ayy, let's get them Fire in the Crib
We're doing this proper, we're doing it right
I know you're about to deliver something tight, something nice
Ayy, let's get this ting started, let's get this ting started
Fire in the Crib, Charlie Sloth what's up
Lancey
Still swagged out in the crib
Ayy, let’s get them bruh
First degree murder on all you rappers from today, I'm telling you
Fire in the Crib
Chyeah
Trust me, I ain't buying hеr hype
Rusty, I'm banging it twice
'Tussy, a lot of red in thе Sprite
Ugly, I ain't playing it nice
Money, I'm spending it right
Bought a new crib and a pipe
Decoy ting, I am not that guy
n***as gonna die if they try
Go on then, go on then, troll online
I send that ting to Dubai, rob them n***as and bring back the pie
She love how I shine, no ice
Sam Ross ting, intricate design
It's not my girl, but she mine
Murder stay on my mind
Turners, they on the side
Everybody get on the floor, watching man like I'm insecure
Stop telling me to chill, what for?
I'm outside, them man are f**ked up at home watching porn
Ainsley Harriott, load up the chopper, I might have man watching corn
You can't stitch me up, if I tear this ting, trust me, it's torn
And you can't compare me, I've been this way since I was born
I'm a stylish demon, see me rocking Givenchy horn
In a garden, tryna' dig up the suttin', my girl think I'm mowing the lawn
My girl think I'm going insane, I'm planning to kill same place I'll stay
If I go there once, I'ma go there twice then this time I won't need waze
You thought we were cool, you thought we were bredrin's, nah, it was just a phase
Smack man with a controller pad, trust me I'm not playing this game
Trust me
I knew you weren't coming to play no games
Charlie Sloth, Fire in the Crib
Lancey
Swagged out in the crib
First degree murder on all you rappers
Yeah
Trust me, you can't play with me, we're not on the same ting
Mazza
You heard it here first
We're doing this proper, we're doing it right
I know you're about to deliver something tight, something nice
Ayy, let's get this ting started, let's get this ting started
Fire in the Crib, Charlie Sloth what's up
Lancey
Still swagged out in the crib
Ayy, let’s get them bruh
First degree murder on all you rappers from today, I'm telling you
Fire in the Crib
Chyeah
Trust me, I ain't buying hеr hype
Rusty, I'm banging it twice
'Tussy, a lot of red in thе Sprite
Ugly, I ain't playing it nice
Money, I'm spending it right
Bought a new crib and a pipe
Decoy ting, I am not that guy
n***as gonna die if they try
Go on then, go on then, troll online
I send that ting to Dubai, rob them n***as and bring back the pie
She love how I shine, no ice
Sam Ross ting, intricate design
It's not my girl, but she mine
Murder stay on my mind
Turners, they on the side
Everybody get on the floor, watching man like I'm insecure
Stop telling me to chill, what for?
I'm outside, them man are f**ked up at home watching porn
Ainsley Harriott, load up the chopper, I might have man watching corn
You can't stitch me up, if I tear this ting, trust me, it's torn
And you can't compare me, I've been this way since I was born
I'm a stylish demon, see me rocking Givenchy horn
In a garden, tryna' dig up the suttin', my girl think I'm mowing the lawn
My girl think I'm going insane, I'm planning to kill same place I'll stay
If I go there once, I'ma go there twice then this time I won't need waze
You thought we were cool, you thought we were bredrin's, nah, it was just a phase
Smack man with a controller pad, trust me I'm not playing this game
Trust me
I knew you weren't coming to play no games
Charlie Sloth, Fire in the Crib
Lancey
Swagged out in the crib
First degree murder on all you rappers
Yeah
Trust me, you can't play with me, we're not on the same ting
Mazza
You heard it here first
