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nines - fire in the booth lyrics

[intro]
shout outs to all the mandem
my 300 spartans waiting outside the building
shout out to my guy jamal too, dunknow

[verse 1]
i got this fulham chick i known her for time
before all the ice when i was reloading on nines
saw me go from bread and water to lobster and wine
that’s why i never air her calls when she hollas my line
my east ‘ting’s flyer than a poster campaign
scirocco the same colour as cola champagne
she don’t smoke weed but she’ll roll me up a paper plane
dont ask for p’s and she knows that i can make it rain
tryna achieve my goals
my brum ‘ting saying she might as well had cheated like keyshia cole
my west ‘ting be selling c0ke like a chemist
booked her a flight from london to venice
put a smile on her cute face
i told her we can go shopping when we get there, forget a suitcase
my ealing chick smokes too much weed only with me for the trees
i told that chick to leave
my chick in church road’s official
i make her hold my pistol
but she don’t ever give me brain like my ho in bristol
suck me off when i’m switching lanes
and i can’t even remember that b-tch’s name
go to hammersmith, smoke on some cannabis
talk a lot of sh-t, make her choke on the magic stick, uh
my young ‘ting says she’s gonna give up all of this
good luck tryna find another baller, b-tch
’cause if you change your mind, that’s a waste of time
cah i’ve got a million b-tches in the waiting line
my hayes ting’s in her own cl-ss like detention
but she says i never show her no attention
that’s cah i’m busy tryna work these curbs
five bricks only paid for the first three birds
bout ps and qs
i make strategic moves
i had hoes when i was broke
i dont need a-, uh
now i got my new chick mad at me
cah i told her i need sp-ce like the galaxy
my north chick don’t wanna share, she wants all of nines
my south ting be throwing up one arda signs
my l.a chick be practicing her movie script
while i’m in the base backing up my-, chick
i’m with my white ‘ting, cah it’s fire on the mains
she’s always in the mirror trying on my chains, uh
my n-gga-, say i’m whipped
cah i’m always with my ghanaian chick
and i ain’t even mentioned the groupies yet
hoodstar my life’s like a movie set
it’s nines

[verse 2]
this guy grew on my estate
come to my mum’s yard i never knew he was a snake
even looked the other way, when i heard he was a snitch
but he crossed the line this weren’t over a b-tch
swear down i don’t know how these guys sleep at night
t told me, “don’t trust him” but i never see the light
probably cah i loved him like a little cousin
when them guys violated you i emptied out the-
don’t say the hood if someone asks you where you’re from
no one cares, you’re gone
i just hope it burns you when you hear this song
you did this to yourself, you’re a dumb guy
like you dont know, me and jaz let them-, fly
now i can’t look into your sister and your mum’s eyes
tell your dad stop acting like his son died
uh, the streets thought he was a top shotta
but you ain’t nothing but a liar and a c-ckblocker
this guy’s breaking my heart
we used to play in the park
went to weighing up dark, you’ve been a snake from the start
can’t believe this clown
i even got mad at my guys snoop and tiny when they was gonna beat you down
should’ve let them do this ‘ting
had plans for us in this music ‘ting
now if you’re in the hood you lose your bling
remember when i had you and snaps moving haze
i sacked you i saw the judas ways
you was bunnin’ on them tails
gave you onions and a scale
wouldn’t chuck my brothers girl for all the money in the world
acting like you love my bro
b-tch ran to the 5-0
snitch hope you die slow
a million fake friends, feds on my case
im still in this bait ends, z’s in the base, uh
we used to play fight on a late night
you see the chain’s bright like a brake light
and you ain’t got your wig right, cah you the snake type
i know you wished we stayed tight, cah i’m about to take flight
strally all up in your dome, if you’re walking through the zone
dont be calling off my phone, now you’re all up on your own, uh
i ain’t down with traitors, i’m all about my paper
the whole hood’s counting on me like a calculator
uh, i used to drive this pr-ck
drop him home when he was sliding on the roads
it’s nines

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