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letra de fire in the booth, pt. 1 - charlie sloth & g herbo

fire in the booth, pt. 1 lyrics
[intro]
uh, lil’ n-gga
big n-gga
lil’ n-gga, i’m a big n-gga, look

[verse]
lil’ n-gga, big heart, with a bigger gun
used to live that savage life, i had a real run
lost a lot along the way, but it was still fun
every day we on the hunt i’m tryna k!ll somethin’
real hustlers watchin’ me probably steal somethin’
lost rock and brought a glock ’cause i couldn’t feel nothin’
need to stay from off this block, i got a deal comin’
me and dake was beefin’, call him and he still comin’
i been rappin’ for a decade and i’m still runnin’
can exaggerate my change, this a real hundred
put that pistol to his brain, c-ck it back and bang
don’t get made to an example, actin’ like i’m lame
i don’t chase fame, i just play the back lane
used to love me but they hate it when that sack came
i’m in cali tryna eat, just call it pacman
touch a hundred then i’m right back in the rap game
put the city on my back, i got back pain
spent a million on my drip, that’s a tax game
spent a million on my whips, million on my b-tch
security, i told ’em “chill, i’m chillin’ with my stick”
i whip out broad day and that’s off the rim
i pull up long-range, i thought i was rim
ninety k, bought a supercar, got a chip
that’s so cheap, i bulletproofed that b-tch so i could slip
no scope some hundred k’s and they got a slip

- charlie sloth g herbo

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