Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fire In the Booth, artist - Nines. Album song Gone Till November, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.07.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fire In the Booth |
| Shout outs to all the mandem |
| My 300 Spartans waiting outside the building |
| Shout out to my guy Jamal too, Dunknow |
| I got this Fulham chick I known her for time |
| Before all the ice when I was reloading on Nines |
| Saw me go from bread and water to lobster and wine |
| That’s why I never air her calls when she hollas my line |
| My east ting’s flyer than a poster campaign |
| Ciroc the same colour as cola champagne |
| She don’t smoke weed but she’ll roll me up a paper plane |
| Don’t ask for P’s and she knows that I can make it rain |
| Tryna achieve my goals |
| My brum ting saying she might as well had cheated like Keyshia Cole |
| My west ting be selling coke like a chemist |
| Booked her a flight from London to Venice |
| Put a smile on her cute face |
| I told her we can go shopping when we get there forget a suitcase |
| My Ealing chick smokes too much weed only with me for the trees |
| I told that chick to leave |
| My chick in Church Road’s official |
| I make her hold my pistol |
| But she don’t ever give me brain like my ho in Bristol |
| Suck me off when I’m switching lanes |
| And I can’t even remember that bitch’s name |
| Go to Hammersmith smoke on some cannabis |
| Talk a lot of shit, make her choke on the magic stick ugh |
| My young ting says she’s gonna give up all of this |
| Good luck tryna find another baller, bitch |
| Cause if you change your mind, that’s a waste of time |
| Cah I’ve got a million bitches in the waiting line |
| My Hayes ting’s in her own class like detention |
| But she says I never show her no attention |
| That’s cah I’m busy tryna work these curbs |
| Five bricks only paid for the first three birds |
| Bout Ps and Qs |
| I make strategic moves |
| I had hoes when I was broke |
| I don’t need a ***… Ugh |
| Now I got my new chick mad at me |
| Cah I told her I need space like the galaxy |
| My north chick don’t wanna share, she wants all of Nines |
| My south ting be throwing up One Arda signs |
| My L. A chick be practicing her movie script |
| While I’m in the Base backing up my *** chick |
| I’m with my white ting, cah it’s fire on the mains |
| She’s always in the mirror trying on my chains Ugh |
| My Nigga *** say I’m whipped |
| Cah I’m always with my Ghanaian chick |
| And I ain’t even mentioned the groupies yet |
| Hoodstar my life’s like a movie set |
| It’s Nines |
| This guy grew on my estate |
| Come to my mums yard I never knew he was a snake |
| Even looked the other way when I heard he was a snitch |
| But he crossed the line this weren’t over a bitch |
| Swear down I don’t know how these guys sleep at night |
| T told me «Don't trust him"but I never see the light |
| Probably cah I loved him like a little cousin |
| When them guys violated you I emptied out the |
| Don’t say the hood if someone asks you where you’re from |
| No one cares you’re gone |
| I just hope it burns you when you hear this song |
| You did this to yourself, you’re a dumb guy |
| Like you don’t know, Me and Jaz let them fly |
| Now I can’t look into your sister and your mums eyes |
| Tell your dad stop acting like his son died |
| Ugh, The streets thought he was a top shotta |
| But you ain’t nothing but a liar and a cockblocker |
| This guy’s breaking my heart, we used to play in the park |
| Went to weighing up dark, you’ve been a snake from the start |
| Can’t believe this clown |
| I even got mad at my guys Snoop and Tiny when they was gonna beat you down |
| Should’ve let them do this ting |
| Had plans for us in this music ting |
| Now if you’re in the hood you lose your bling |
| Remember when I had you and Snaps moving haze |
| I sacked you I saw the Judas ways |
| You was bunnin' on them tails |
| Gave you onions and a scale |
| Wouldn’t chuck my brothers girl for all the money in the world |
| Acting like you love my bro |
| Bitch ran to the 5−0 |
| Snitch hope you die slow |
| A million fake friends, feds on my case |
| I’m still in this bait ends, Z’s in the base Ugh |
| We used to play fight on a late night |
| You see the chain’s bright like a brake light |
| And you ain’t got your wig right, cah you the snake type |
| I know you wished we stayed tight, cah I’m about to take flight |
| Strally all up in your dome, if you’re walking through the zone |
| Don’t be calling off my phone, now you’re all up on your own Ugh |
| I ain’t down with traitors, I’m all about my paper |
| The whole hood’s counting on me like a calculator |
| Ugh, I used to drive this prick |
| Drop him home when he was sliding on the roads |
| It’s Nines |