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Fire In The Booth, Pt. 4 Lyrics - Artist : Big Narstie
Gorilla, see you man for dinner
I ain't talkin' dumpling when I tell you man my darg got the spinner
Turn your bellybutton outie to an inner
I was outie, then in her
Is it Audi or Beamer?
Gyaldem sugar, bumbawol Zim Zimma
On the pitch up front, Benzema
I'm the man who came with the glimmer
I'm the man who come to deliver
Violations, man don't tempt bro
Man better know I'm a giver
Justin Timberlake with the M-10
Man gotta cry me a river
Sign, sealed, deliver
I'm the gaffa, King Jaffe Joffer
Back to back like Kappa
I'll crack your skull like my name is Napa
It's King Kong, it's a mazza
Civilians run and scatter
I see food, prawns in batter
Chimpanzees talk, gorillas get right to the matter

Flows ahead of his time, compliment the wine
Essence belongs to the grape
Chimpanzee on the block climb tree
Look who's the mighty ape
Gorilla ju jitsu, ever seen a kimura done by an ape?
Grab joints, apply pressure, then fucking break
Ankle lock, snap, break
Grab arms, twist them the other way
Horror show, major setback after the break
You need a lot of fucking bananas to feed this fucking ape
Silverback in fighting shape
You think cah my fat face is on TV
The grime scene's safe
Bruv, two girls, one cup
That means other words, you're fucked
Barca, Amsterdam, I'm plugged
BDL you fucking cunts
Welcome to the dojo man, better keep up
Floor time, I'ma sweep up
Tenchu, I'ma creep up
Senzu, man are re'ed up
Gorilla, eat you man for dinner
Silverback gorilla
He's bigger, he's thinner
But you're a fucking winner
Yes, that's right
I'm a silverback gorilla

Bro
Guap gangbust, bully the bully like Stelios Kontos
Stelios
Stelios Kontos
Then drop 20 on a mad watch
After I spank him, see he's tuning to Channel 4
Big Narstie show with Mo
Go fatboy, go

Stupid money
Bro I went for retarded dough
Man can't compare the market bro
See, I got charisma
That makes me wetter than an artist, bro
See for that reason my check, winning, comes with way more 0's

1.2 for the net
Half an M on gross
My Santander looks gross
Thank you Jesus
My cup is full and overflows
Many are called and few are chose
Bird Box how you see the crows
Eyes open nigga, not closed
Gorilla, gorilla
Silverback gorilla
He's a fucking animal
Silverback gorilla
He's bigger, you're thinner
But bro, he's fucking killer
He's a fucking animal, silverback gorilla
Oos

Teeth on teeth, God smile
God's child, hybrid
Kunta Kinte mixed with a Rothschild
Five zeros in, dargy I ain't stop now
I'd rather cook than go shop
Mind state, Warren Buffett with this guap
Fuck the glitz and the glamour darg
Fundamentals take you to the top
Stack hard
Then it's supermarket sweep when I shop
Thinking out the box
Professor E handling my stock
Out here handling my job
Set examples as a boss
Always on and never off
Give thanks for the blessing even when I take a loss
Dr Greenthumb, putting down the soft
Ego-friendly baby, I just put a park inside the loft
Two bad Bs swammed up, call her Laura Croft
Ten boxes on that table, right hand, karate chop
Wax on, wax off
That's a whole lotta prof'
From a whole lotta soil and a whole lotta pots

Young G doin' grown man stuff
Lemme hold hands up, five 20's in the bills
'Fore I throw grands up
14 doing grown man stuff
14, selling grown man drugs
14, doing grown man life
Mummy thinking I'm a kid
But Ty-ty's been growin' outside
Stolen tife, two phones outside
And a pole outside
Touch skin made some grown man cry

In my house it was church
But it's demons and dirt outside
Climb through the rivers, man survived
Out there fighting on the road
Mummy fighting for my soul
Holy water, tabernacles, praying, fasting on the floor
I am blessed
I am blessed Giovio walked me through the door
Sell up! I never got 20 for the raw
Like the rivers of Babylon, he will flood them all
MAC-10, John the baptist who will wet them all

Do it proper moving forward
Betty Crocker on that stove
Rock and roll
Every bone's a.4, 1.6 for a neck or draw
Flood the world in cessy-pool
Ball time, playing like I'm Messi bro
Broken Rolex, tickin' niggas gets too messy bro
No excuse finding use
Drink a Boost and go get this dough
Big fish, got no time to tippy-toe
Smoke weed like hippie
'Sociated Notre Dame, red-brick and bricky
Vacuum packs are sticky-icky
RIP Darker, Kenna and King
20 boxes from Dre and Ricky
MC on the strip, give a bar for 9.50
Codi, yeah, my homie and my 9 with me
Tryna keep my mind with me
Only few niggas stood the time with me
'Posed to go church but I didn't 'cause the line's busy
In my time of need I pray that God ain't got the line busy
Take them to the water but way they use their mind silly

Funky movements get red button

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