|
Fire In The Booth Lyrics - Artist : Gates, Kevin
He's on fire
I know you gonna dig this Oh yeah, perfect Oh man, it's got to that all important time of the show Once again my favorite part of the show, [?] Fire in the booth And tonight I got something special for you, man A real G in this ting From early Kevin Gates in the building, hmm You ready for this cuh? You know what time it is when you hear this sound Let's get ready to rumble Let's go All real Me and [?] don't listen, you heard me? (Yeah) Understand, all real The bust down on my Weiss cancelled all my soul ties Counter-tops in the south side, letting the coke dry I don't get upset, I ain't never duckin' red I'm a Muslim, yeah, let me know where you gon' bump your head Wanna post up on me for some bread, tell 'em I ain't scared Jump the Hellcat with no tint, working my Blackberry T-shirt white, bitch bright, feel like I'm Jeff Perry Swagging from the back with hard pipers, she say, "Yes Kevin" What I told you 'bout that 'get it right' and she said, "Yes daddy" Rumours in the city, I ain't worried 'bout none of them Mix the H with the Fen', you could go fetch you a Benz Bulletproof Cutlass Supreme Necklace, enforced it with bling Truck on the interstate, make the Honda touch down with them Bs Rollie on glisten, ka-ting Literally this shit was a dream Bread winner, eagle go eat Jump in the whip and go skree Came up from nothing Gold teeth in the gutter, this street Caught up with cutters and cleats Thugging, I'm something unique My children love me, my woman infatuated Pulling paper from out of that hole Everything platinum, ain't regular standards He tuckin' and packin', I'm throwin' them lows These women mean nothing, they're stealing my energy from me And spinning me out of control Fucking with trash, I learned my lesson 200k for a new perspective Got my attention, that ain't bad Get outta line and I'm getting you smashed Tell me who's up and I'm on your ass I'm in a tank, I'm goin' the dash Keep your security 'round you Know you a pussy and I'm not scared of nothin' I'ma control the threats, I show the press, I'm turnin' the pressure ugly I made a lot of mistakes in life but I'm up in rank, I'm growing from that I gave a lot of you niggas some stripes, but I ain't aight, ain't going for that I'm raising my son for to be a lil' man and he 'bout to live in reality We open, we're primed, we stick to the plan and this is the only reality Your moral compass is all you got Life in general, cold sport The higher ups gon' play polite The system still do what they want Cool to kick it but always remember that you still a nigga when you go to court Been in that blender, went plenty of court Blemish my image, I ain't with no Steady tryna be a better man, still I handle business like a gangsta I'ma always be gangster, I'ma always be gangster Steady tryna be a better man, still I handle business like a gangsta I'ma always be gangster, I'ma always be gangster Respect the laws of the jungle nigga, layin' law down in the slums I'm the same nigga from the hiding house with Jermain here dealing drugs I'm the same nigga had Marlow Mike underneath the wing off the bus I just wanna see you come up, quarter key of green, tryna let him thug I'm the same nigga flood the wild side with the Lortabs and the mud In the bottom, standing outside, Gates got the cocaine and the bud Rest in piece lil phat drop top Jag come in all black Him and Bad put on me and Julio on Louisi' street for the pack Let me take a nigga back 'fore I graduated with them racks The whole south side eating, Willie Trombone jumping out Camaros That's when big London had the 'Lac That's when big Head had the 'Lac Boo and L playing in the 'Lac We on Arizona in the 'Lac Big Yak and I been in the CTS's with the spinners on 'em, that's a fact I was uptown at the Easter bash, white Stan Smiths with the tag With the long dread, bolo collar, with Girbau shorts lettin' 'em sag With the red boxers with the white shorts, all four pockets full of bands He's on fire (He's on fire) Kevin Gates in the building Thanks for coming through my guy Appreciate you, man I appreciate you forever Thank you but that was- that was wild, my guy Wild What's up? Whew And that right there, that right there Is fire in the booth, mad |
Other Lyrics
|
Copyright © 2009-2024 |