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dappy - fire in the booth lyrics

[part i]

[verse]
i keep it one hundred even when i’m down to zero
so tell your boy scarface he’s not al pacino
this ain’t a movie so watch who you’re watching
and that sh+t you’re rocking cause i might have to rob it like de niro
never cut corners cah i lean on ’em like ducati’s
you be stuck in traffic bussing switches on the cabbie
me, i got all these firm b+tches screaming “are you dappy?”
cause i been making money from london to abu dhabi
so wild bro, this is that straight off the boat flow
call it cargo, f+ck you and that half o
let me introduce you to the real pablo
so if she don’t love you i bеt she loves how fast your car goes
lеt’s get it right, in life you haffi handle sh+t proper
everything you see is all me, i would never borrow
they ain’t letting me spray what i really wanna say
cause at any stage they could drop me like madonna
i just landed in gatwick, driver take me to camden
sorry for dropping bits of my sandwich in the back of the phantom
just cause i made it, don’t think i can’t get you murdered
they took the p+ss back in customs, they thought my d was a burner
sometimes i wish i weren’t famous cause if i wasn’t who i was
you think my phone would always pop anytime i change my status?
as if they’d want these pictures if i lost all of my riches
and i wasn’t in the papers
once upon a time my mama caught me cutting up a z on a scale
started bawling, told me “son you’ll end up dead or in jail”
i was like “i always knew you were gonna catch me red handed”
i swear i put that woman through h+ll
i’m talking back when, back when we were children
back when i used to go studio in dollis hill
and get the train back from willesden
never prayed to allah but i was rolling like the taliban
so if i fire in the booth i’m blowing up the building
how the h+ll am i gonna put this sh+t out?
i pay a hundred pound a trim anytime i’m going out
my accountant keeps stressing that he’s bald these days
cah i stress him so much i made him rip his all out
act the way i act cah i can afford to live lavish
eurostar rappers should all be embarrassed
they get pum anytime they’re in french suites
brucking up to jay+z and kanye like wastemen in paris
to get rich haffi take risks and that’s honour sh+t
all square ever did for me was get me into politics
i know man with like nine gcse’s
still work at mcd’s with a degree and a scholarship
rappers chat wass charlie, how you let ’em chat about daps like that?
when i won every single mobo there was to win
so they could only be upset with me cause i ain’t even black
bashy all that, yo tarzan’s back cause he has to be
with lord knows what from the factory
pray i never have to give the nod to anybody in my squad
cah i swear to f+cking god, any one of them will blast for me
if you got the strally you just know you know
put the drink down cuzzy, go slow brudda
say he got the long nose one more time
i’m gonna end up whacking up pinocchio, the flipping sideman
as if she wanna leave with a sideman
as if she wanna leave with a sideman
sipping from another brudda’s bottle
rocking next man’s chain, thank god i ain’t a sideman
remember i used to rate my man
now i’m the reason he’s smashing up the gyal ipad
when you gotta pay to catch a beat, that’s a sideman
cah p+ssy comes free even when i’m in thailand
i hate it when i’m tryna bill a zoot
and man are like do i wanna light fam?
i ain’t on your vibe catting two draw
that’s when you tell a brudda “buy your own draw you likkle sideman”
you know you ain’t supposed to get high off your own supply
but you did, say you got shift that’s a sideman
got on top in jail for you, you lied where you’re from
and then your bruddas found out, what a sideman
shout out to them sidechicks
bet you any money she got money on her mind even though i’m no psychic
instead of spending dollar on her yute she’d rather blow it on a cab
just to spend a night with a blue and white ting
verified, believe me you ain’t no angelina jolie, shakira or rihanna
cause you tried to fl!ck your aside
you called it on yourself, you f+cked your best friend’s man
she called you back and then you tried act terrified
certain b+tches can’t chat sh+t
when the mandem tell ’em “go and link the dot for me
then bring back the pedalbike”
the same b+tches say they go and link one man
and end up in a room with all his friends getting terrorised
certain spitters need a quick reminder
that they’re old enough to be a b+tch’s minder
from when she’s that slim i’d never stand behind her
she ain’t even a size nine, wagwan for tyga?
i’m the best and i can actually prove it
cause to me the majority of british rappers are bullsh+t
anytime they try and rap they remind me of taylor swift
tryna dance to rap music

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