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danny brown - fire in the booth lyrics

[verse 1: “chum” by earl sweatshirt]
frisbee at halo and ?
recite god like like the rhymes written by angels
born with the blood of an enraged slave
caught f-cking master wifey and got hung that day
that’s why i f-ck these white b-tches like its payback
you old n-ggas playing games like pat sajak
whipping up the vanna white
brought an extra ? back
the way my b-tches looking you would think we at a horse track
cos’ the romanellis long way from pelle pelle’s
stacking in the telly with that next tall sally
banging r kelly, getting that ?
now what i d-ck for a show, that first l1ck they hitting belly
now tell me i ain’t the crown of the nouns
unleash furious verbs, make these peasants bown down
the presence of a legend every time i come round
why in my face they smile when i turn my back they frown

[verse 2: “0 to 100” by drake]
hypnotised like staring straight into a serpents eyes
want it all in the bags, its like them fries at five guys
my eye size is pint sized, blind off the muy thai
? karate chop, slump leaning sideways
chicken coop smokey on every other friday
one way driving down the wrong way of a highway
getting f-cked up in public coming down after binging
never had cl-ss just after school detention
did i mention, i’d still be teaching these n-ggas
doing their danny brown rendition, but that sh-t ain’t cl1cking
tripping when im hitting off this backwood i’m hitting
giggling when i listen to that ? they be kidding
? the way these n-ggas rapping’s a shame
if they wasn’t so lame i’d be saying they name
get your own sh-t n-gga trying to merge in my lane
crash into another car avoiding the thrashing plane

[verse 3: “morgue” by wiley]
stressed out n-gga ’bout to lose my mind
the whole d-mn time i’ve been thinking about crying
cause’ mind f-cked up and i’m f-cked up
so i get f-cked up gone ?
? don’t waste my time
? don’t waste my time
take this nick hit a l1ck get a dollar
come back and see me been here this whole time
smoking on gas thats toxic, say it flew in from the tropic
? just profit
need that money because i need them boxes
mind on the green like the ? celtics
nine tucked right by the pelvis
fiends nodding off on the toilet like elvis
have a n-gga thinking how the f-ck do i sell this
’cause i f-cking need that money, hit that block couple miles and running
gotta get them ten, twenties, fifties and hundreds
have a n-gga locked doing time doing dumb sh-t
so i gotta just think it smarter
gotta get this money for my daughter
dog this ain’t the eighty nine ? in that cutl-ss and that sh-t have you locked before you even get started

[verse 4: “eskimo” by wiley]
i come from a dark past but guess what b-tch got a bright future
these b-tches feeling freaky because my diamonds going kama sutra
’bout to make a power move, smoking on ?
used to hustle in shower shoes until i got like i had my own shower shoes
now these n-ggas got me on igor, smell just like the seash0r-
shots of my ? serving b more
i made 200 racks off a d-tour
on the interstate with them ? traffic
stopped my ? but that spot still ? and bouncing
so much money i might need counselling
had that forty in my pelle pelle
trapping in that rolling telly
i was ? out of town
stacking up trying to cop a chevy
so if you ain’t talking about money then you ain’t talking about nothing
get the f-ck out my face because my ? so rambunctious

- danny brown lyrics

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