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don strapzy - fire in the booth part 1 lyrics

jones already told you ’bout my blue set
not in the gym with the bench but we do press
i’m surrounded by nothing but true vets
you’re surrounded by p-ssy’s, hugh heff
in my head, no screws left
and according to these mixtape’s everybody shoots tek’s
my don deps, put one in a dude’s chest
then c-cked it back once more, like who’s next
ruthless, war ting
i’ll get my young dons to boot down your door king
f a night job, catch em in the morning
it’s stretched back before bust, foreskin
poor thing, strallys ready
big five make him dive, ravanelli
i’m getting kinky with your girl
i’ll dress her up as a catwomen, halle berry
do this show ’em how to do that
how to move bricks, show ’em how to shoot straps
how to run up on a don for his loose cash
i’ll show you poodles ’bout my blue staffs
i know we do, yeah my teams blue
i’ll do it by myself, i dont need you
my don jack jones be a g fam
and like two grands i’m a g 2
so don’t speak rude
i’ll show you little flys how my bee’s move
i’ve got a ting fresh from greece
and if i squeeze believe you will meet zeus
i’m in the deep blue, where if you ain’t talking money
we won’t understand you, hebrew
i let it off brudda
we shot food from the corner, costcutter
by now you should know the g
had to link nottingham darg joey p
blue bally on my face when i role to beef
black hoody squeezed tight you won’t know it’s me
you won’t know it’s i, we be rolling by
got a young don to my right with a loaded nine
if it ain’t money, don’t phone my line
you don’t need a watch on your wrist, you should know the time
you should know the squad and the kind of lengths that we take it to
just to get a hold of guap
i might roll up on your block, with a loaded glock
blue suit, blue mask, robo cop
lewisham that’s a soldiers block
my breddahs grind hide, we don’t moan alot
i got a load of dogs, bark at a man
get ray j’d for your kardashian
beef, don’t think i won’t finish
when it’s war, there’s no limits
bulldogs, all british
it be on for your whole village
leave a don popeyed, no spinach
homevisits, patients on attacks
wait ’til he’s alone, no witness
tell him it ain’t personal it’s all business
now he’s dead like a party with no b-tches
now this man’s higher, i dream to be rich and a land buyer
but ’til then i’m a let the strap fire
like giggagigadee ha, quagmire
little d-mn lier
if i can’t have alicia keys lord atleast let me have mia
bust your knee caps like that don keane
so you don’t wanna slip huh, rob green
don’t count it wrong, it’s a known fact i’m about it don
you man are known b-tches, in your boys yard
getting your brokeback mountain on
so stay away i will spray the place
run up on him with a big mac, no mayonnaise
or run up on him with the coffee
and prove that he’s nothing but a toffee, leighton baines
the queen, i’ll squeeze for her
i walk around with that something in my jeans for her
i will cop the machine for her
cop to glasgow and leave a don aberdeen for her
i’m a fiend for her, let the strap raw
you should stop flossing and stack more
blatant, run up on a don for the clayton, blackmore

can’t you see me i’m flying high
older g’s salute when i’m riding by
taking it over seas, to other lands
try’na put more than couple g’s in my mothers hand
in the south side try’na make the pounds rise
for the face man are desperate, housewives
i’m just a young don living here
try’na go from a slumdog to a millionaire
yeah, the four fizzes its vicious here
love for my girls but its money over b-tches here
i tell him it ain’t personal its business here
you can either be the fish or the fishes here
so brudda choose your position
couple dons moving more loose than them women
nothing but the truth that im living
don strapz fire in the booth are you listening
we been out here, we don’t talk
they know what we’re about here
no, thunder and clouds here
you’ll get judged by your guns and your pounds here
no mouse here
nothing but dingos, gorillas, apes, pit-bulls and hounds here
nothing get found here
best go run tell the cops when the souths here
why, cause we light up the place
don’t smoke but the lighters in my waist
real g’s that are doing crime for the face
and the only time that you’ll see us hide is from the jakes
life on estates
i ain’t slept i’ve been grinding for days
crime cause it pays
no emotion, all thats on my mind is my wage
got money on my mind and a mind full of papes
i’ve got a mind full of rage
evil thoughts in my brain
things that could get me life in the cage
i love chicks but i don’t grind for the babes
i grind for my family, grind for my mates
i grind for them kids that are frightened to wake
cause their old drunken dad said their lifes a mistake
yeah i’m out here but i ain’t afraid
ca’ i know the lords on my side ’til the grave
and i know the lords on my side ’til my eyes close
even though i’m getting busy on these hype roads
i was out here always had the mac close
all i wanted was the babes and some nice clothes
but my lifes cold, yeah my lifes like a quest
i be like a pirate trying to find gold
but when it’s dark don’t be walking down the side roads
ca’ i might be lurking behind walls
i’m a young staff working beside wolves
a lot of dons dont learn til their guys fall
i put my phone down but crime called
look i’m just try’na make a living darg
all i really want is the money and the women darg
and a big pool for my family to swim in darg
so f with my don mitch
you’ll get left with a mark, bosnich
can’t speak to my squad
i do this for my g’s from the block
i do this for my dons that don’t speak to the cops
blame rem, he took the leash off the dog
blame rem, he took the dog off the leash
i’m a beast, i’m here for the guap gotta leave
i was raised on a block full of g’s
where beef won’t stop til your boxed and deceased
bare sh-t talk, bag of lolly
my dons got big tools that’ll crack a lorry
yeah i’m savage, robbie
i got a team in the blue and i’m the boss, ancelotti
when i backed the shotty, man barked it
let the fat b-st-rd sing, pavarotti
if i ain’t got a strap, got a stabber on me
let the ting get noisy, like my man from brockley
trust me i’ll burst it off
i’m low-key trying to swerve the cops
and yeah i’m out on the grind but i won’t moan
cause there’s always people that’s worser off
i’m a og, certed boss
won’t stop til i’m dead or they bird me off
and trust me i bought couple mixtapes
big waist of money, berbatov

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