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letra de fire in the booth - fivio foreign

fire in the booth lyrics
[verse 1]
and we still gon k!ll em
word to my mother we don’t feel no feelings
i love this life can’t chill my living
got a problem with a n-gga get a car go drill em
and we got agreements
we uppin the score but we still not even
dealin with opps in the gym at the beacon
i tell my gunman that i need a mop i can’t wait til they free the opp
n-gga i take a molly go beef with blocks n-ggas soon as they touch me gon meet the grraah-grraah boom
i feel like the king of this drill sh-t grraah-grraah-boom
yeah i feel like the king of this drill sh-t look huh
don’t play with mines, front of the club we don’t wait in lines
if he get backdoored he gon say we slimеd
heard he droppin the woo wе don’t pay em mind look
he want a name for real huh
i tell him glide, n-gga gon slide, he get a name for real look
i did a song, that sh-t was drill, i got a major deal huh
n-ggas my sons, he think he tough, that’s how i made em feel, yeah
look, huh, and we go crazy still
and we go crazy still
[interlude: fivio foreign & charlie sloth]
yeah fivio in the building
there we go (ight lets get it my guy)
there we go (you in it now we warmed up)
you needed some of that
(i needed some of that, i was falling asleep today)
yeah, what everybody else- look
yeah drink some more take some more shots
yeah i like hearing your voice
uh, let’s do it (let’s get it fivio let’s go)
wooo, i just like this song, like i just like they be singing on this song
yeah, uh

[verse 2]
ain’t no more peace talks
if i’m feelin froggy i leap off
i catch a body in the bronx, then go to brooklyn do a peace walk
imagine i’m talking like we soft, imagine me givin em free sauce
imagine my shooter told me he caught one, i said n-gga you need more
caught a opp in the spot tryna sneak off
so i sent a lil thot tryna speak off
she wanna argue and speak off
i sent lil b-tches the cheat call
i give em pressure
i dare a n-gga try and test us
he wanna fight, that n-gga extra
i got a gun i am not a wrestler
me and kay flock connected
opps wanna diss, they tryna record, bullets is going through his session
and i’m holdin down the k!llers, i’m holdin down the k!llers
don’t act like your bodies is bigger, don’t make me go hurt me a n-gga, look huh
please don’t act like your bodies is a bigger, don’t make me go hurt me a n-gga

- fivio foreign

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