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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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