CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Fire In The Booth
You know what time it is when you hear this right?
Izzie Gibbs, Fire In The Booth
Free all my bruddas out the pen, [?] Hugo, Jay Jets
Yeah, NNG, Invasion Alert
Shout out my SOBO family
Yeah, Dice Recordings
Shout all the supporters init
Follow the Twitter IzGibbs
Yo, let's go, look, look
I ain't the one you can move to
Man I don't care who's who
Bait face in the ends, so town I flew threw
Brudda, I blame YouTube
Gyal wanna show me what's under the boobtube
This is something that I could get used to
And I don't really move how I used to
And back in the day I was used too
Samе bruddas wanna call my phone
They're likе 'Homes, you're gonna blow soon'
f**k you fam, I don't know you
And I sure as hell don't owe you nutting
Nerds wanna talk that greaze
Can't buck me and my G's, I'll show you sutting
Brudda and he ain't on nutting
Na seriously, they ain't no nutting
Nerds wanna talk that crud
Claiming that they burst snubs
Fam it's just dub, still man wanna stunt
But it's all front 'til they get caught on their ones
See [?] on the sixteen
Clocked a few of my G's and he jumped off a moving bus
Na, really, he jumped off a moving bus
Why talk all of that stuff if you can't back what you front?
That's just dumb
Man wanna grind through chicks and bun
I do this 'cause I want a crib for my mum
Move her out of the bits to [?]
All she wants is awards for a son
For her I've got nutting but love
Been supporting since day one
Raised this light-skinned boy in the slums
From a place where the light-skins with slugs
So you're p*ssed if you hear that I like your grub
Haters said I was ish
Now they said I rhyme sick on my dubs
Half of the time their chick just wanna get some
I'm taking the p*ss, brudda don't let me get on one
Like, like, like, reload
Them boy there beg for a reload
I don't wanna hear no gas, reload
Gyal are like 'Izzie but you're so fleek though'
Better think fast before I reload
Let off the mash, reload
Grab man's cash, he can't reload, reload, reload
On my life I'll get a reload like
All these neeks need to relax
Why feed all of that gas?
He ain't got B's up in that trap
No fiends taking them wraps
No fiends upping that stack
All that greaze up in their raps
Brudda, you gon' get yourself wrapped
Them n***as there just rap
Never wrapped no wraps
When they talk like they flip packs
'Cause they got a few dead draws in the flat
Claim they've got the game on smash
Them man are lame, ain't seen no racks
I sent my YG cunch with a slack
Little n***a came back with P's for a pack
I'll be at your flat like 'Put the P's in the bag'
Trust me rudeboy, I'm greazy and that
That's why your girl wanna get freaky-
Since fifteen I've been up in them flats
So I know about trap, always splash
Didn't have P's for a bus, didn't move Z's
We've got more than a few ticked food
Man tried take me for a mug
They don't wanna pay back f**k-all
He was on [?] flexing like a model
Beat him up inside McDonald's
Cheeky Is, I might d**k your b*t*h and go full throttle
True say she looks like a model
Cîroc, I might pour her double
sh*t rudeboy, now you're in trouble
sh*t, she [?] rudeboy and she blew
And she gonna tell you that she didn't do F-all
Fam that's peak, that couldn't happen to me
Catch me in East with my G's
All with Wesses and riding with three
Or roll with my section boy, might come blacked out like Sleeks
With a few G's on a long ting, but trust me none of them ski
But they stay cold like Eski Beats
So violate, that's rest in peace
R.I.P., peak your girl was on tings from I bopped in
Light-skinned yute, of course she wants my offspring
Evident, mixed-race with her is a long ting
Got her bouncing with elegance
Giving brain, she's sharing intelligence
But I've still got regulars on cellulars
So we keep it moving
Ayo watch how you do tings
You know what two neeks [?]
That's holes with [?]
Izzie Gibbs, Fire In The Booth
Free all my bruddas out the pen, [?] Hugo, Jay Jets
Yeah, NNG, Invasion Alert
Shout out my SOBO family
Yeah, Dice Recordings
Shout all the supporters init
Follow the Twitter IzGibbs
Yo, let's go, look, look
I ain't the one you can move to
Man I don't care who's who
Bait face in the ends, so town I flew threw
Brudda, I blame YouTube
Gyal wanna show me what's under the boobtube
This is something that I could get used to
And I don't really move how I used to
And back in the day I was used too
Samе bruddas wanna call my phone
They're likе 'Homes, you're gonna blow soon'
f**k you fam, I don't know you
And I sure as hell don't owe you nutting
Nerds wanna talk that greaze
Can't buck me and my G's, I'll show you sutting
Brudda and he ain't on nutting
Na seriously, they ain't no nutting
Nerds wanna talk that crud
Claiming that they burst snubs
Fam it's just dub, still man wanna stunt
But it's all front 'til they get caught on their ones
See [?] on the sixteen
Clocked a few of my G's and he jumped off a moving bus
Na, really, he jumped off a moving bus
Why talk all of that stuff if you can't back what you front?
That's just dumb
Man wanna grind through chicks and bun
I do this 'cause I want a crib for my mum
Move her out of the bits to [?]
All she wants is awards for a son
For her I've got nutting but love
Been supporting since day one
Raised this light-skinned boy in the slums
From a place where the light-skins with slugs
So you're p*ssed if you hear that I like your grub
Haters said I was ish
Now they said I rhyme sick on my dubs
Half of the time their chick just wanna get some
I'm taking the p*ss, brudda don't let me get on one
Like, like, like, reload
Them boy there beg for a reload
I don't wanna hear no gas, reload
Gyal are like 'Izzie but you're so fleek though'
Better think fast before I reload
Let off the mash, reload
Grab man's cash, he can't reload, reload, reload
On my life I'll get a reload like
All these neeks need to relax
Why feed all of that gas?
He ain't got B's up in that trap
No fiends taking them wraps
No fiends upping that stack
All that greaze up in their raps
Brudda, you gon' get yourself wrapped
Them n***as there just rap
Never wrapped no wraps
When they talk like they flip packs
'Cause they got a few dead draws in the flat
Claim they've got the game on smash
Them man are lame, ain't seen no racks
I sent my YG cunch with a slack
Little n***a came back with P's for a pack
I'll be at your flat like 'Put the P's in the bag'
Trust me rudeboy, I'm greazy and that
That's why your girl wanna get freaky-
Since fifteen I've been up in them flats
So I know about trap, always splash
Didn't have P's for a bus, didn't move Z's
We've got more than a few ticked food
Man tried take me for a mug
They don't wanna pay back f**k-all
He was on [?] flexing like a model
Beat him up inside McDonald's
Cheeky Is, I might d**k your b*t*h and go full throttle
True say she looks like a model
Cîroc, I might pour her double
sh*t rudeboy, now you're in trouble
sh*t, she [?] rudeboy and she blew
And she gonna tell you that she didn't do F-all
Fam that's peak, that couldn't happen to me
Catch me in East with my G's
All with Wesses and riding with three
Or roll with my section boy, might come blacked out like Sleeks
With a few G's on a long ting, but trust me none of them ski
But they stay cold like Eski Beats
So violate, that's rest in peace
R.I.P., peak your girl was on tings from I bopped in
Light-skinned yute, of course she wants my offspring
Evident, mixed-race with her is a long ting
Got her bouncing with elegance
Giving brain, she's sharing intelligence
But I've still got regulars on cellulars
So we keep it moving
Ayo watch how you do tings
You know what two neeks [?]
That's holes with [?]
