Yungen - Fire In The Booth lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, let's go Yungen Charlie Sloth Fire In The Booth, ha Play Dirty Yeah [Verse] I say how you feel man, I'm sorting out the bends Know the rules, still don't eat pork around the skengs Known him all my life, still don't talk around my friends Millions of views and I still walk around my ends They talking 'bout bodies, like bodies get you figures Feds try inquire, na my brothers' singers Up and down the white line, and we're some f**ing wingers Dred just signed for Villa man and we're some f**ing wingers Wrap before rap without getting into detail Put my nine to five before I'm getting into retail Say that life's a b**h, run your mouth and you can see shells Man's coming for your belly if you eat well Cake is the motive, I might have to meet my past When you're the first to do it then it usually doesn't last Brain getting dumb and dumber, I ain't gotta ask Different kind of mind when I'm putting on that mask If music doesn't work then I'm back out with the mash Picture perfect boy, the girls telling me I'm flash Had rainy days so when I see Ps I splash We looking cheques man, you can have cash Yeah, I'm hearing rumour after rumour But I'll never talk in your room if I never knew ya So how'd they know things about me I don't even know, being broke's a joke and I ain't got a sense of humour Yeah, man I could've been in prison Dots on either side of the line, it was the vision If your arsenal ain't right then we ain't in the same division Joined Krept and Kone because we all shared the vision Haha, triple entendres You must be dizzy if you think I ain't bonkers You wanna talk about punches you little plonkers I've got three girl all over my conkers Top five in the game and I ain't bragging Hungry as hell, believe any chance I'm grabbing I'll be in the place, Louis V swagging I'm the fliest on the rug whenever they let a lad in Money on my card, now I'm shining in the dark Diamonds aren't forever but I've got a good heart I be in the club, all of my dawgs Three bottles of Spades, everybody play their part Rappers falling off and they weren't even on their feet Repping for my home town, rolling in the deep Someone like you, na me no follow sheep Net beef, call me, I don't tweet But to my real supporters, if you down then I'm with ya Man don't get cheese but wanna smile for the picture You can get written off, stick to the scripture Anything fishy then I'm coming with my dogs, no kipper [Interlude] Fire In The Booth Let's go again Let's go again I got more for them Yeah man Yeah, yeah, Yungen Real bars Hear me out Yeah, ha I say, yeah [Verse 2] Got criticised because I say what I feel Shotting food ain't gonna make me a mil' So I gave up the ends to help my mum pay the bills And not a soul can tell me that I ain't real Hate all you want bro, you don't even know me Came from the jungle, I had to play Mowgli Should have been in school but I was burying my homie So I tell my youngers if it's anything, phone me Man are saying R.I.P for fashion, dying ain't a joke I used to play with keys, tryna make a note Been through the rain man, I had to wear the coat Half a milli' on the vid and man ain't never seen me gloat Talent ain't enough, you work hard and things happen Get a little buzz then fall off, I see the pattern Yeah, but I ain't tryna follow it If you a hater you can s** my dick and swallow it I'm gonna bus', yeah I'm gonna bus' So about my bread that I even eat the crust Telling me she loves me but I know that it's lust Yeah, I know she like the fame so I beat and then I dust New Blackberry contacts to a minimal Not guilty, someone tell the judge I'm a criminal Talking to other boys, they're so typical I had to drop my princess over principal I'm that name that's in everybody's mouth Get your chips up and she might go down South You tryna get a car, me I'm tryna get a house We in a rat race for cheese, and I control the mouse All over the web because of Parker Looking for a mil' and I ain't even had my starter Gotta know the gully side coming from the guaza Stunting in your chain man will jack it in a barber Yeah, I've seen my friends lose their mind over chicks Man got a leg over, they're getting lined over bricks Tryna build a house from an ounce Broke up with a ex if she's looking for a rebound, she can bounce Little sister getting big, I know that comes with drama I know how I treated girls, I'm tryna dodge the karma Yeah, another stress I don't need Cause if he breaks her heart he's gotta bleed Reading down the timeline and all I see is hate Internet geeks, you gotta wonder are they straight Cause if they don't like me then why the hell they watching When I get an R8 I bet the clowns rate, still with my circle, still the same team Got the same drive but we don't share the same dream We ain't into ice man, we'd rather make cream Little swag got a Roley, he ain't even eighteen [Outro] Yeah, ain't nuttin Charlie, yeah Yeah man Yeah man