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r.s. (roll safe) - fire in the booth lyrics

[verse 1 (talkin’ da hardest)]
i’m like listen, i don’t think you’re listening
i got this ‘ting on my wrist and it’s glistening
casio? what, you wanna war me?
i will leave your mandem bl–dy, like raw meat
your girl’s the bizzle, but i still will give her that pow
i will bring your arms out to your mum’s house
you wanna war me? come on mate, come on mate
your girl, she’s sitting on my- come on mate
you wanna fight me? come on mate
look, last night in the hotel room
she was like, “r.s, come on mate!”
no, you’re a teaser
you’ll get slapped up, like [?]
look, i like nigerian food
but i’m not a fan of gizzard, yo’
holla at raz and shagan
i’m like you man, let’s hit the casino
skrrr skrrr, two-twos now
go down booth with your girl get juno
what? message from timbo
whatsapp from mitch?
i’m like, “what’s going on?”
they’re telling me l.j’s ’round my b-tch, rah!

[verse 2 (get lucky)]
back in the day, me and you baby
we used to have fun
until you delivered that baby
look, that’s not my son
believe me, anybody can’t tell me that that is my son

[verse 3 (hometown glory)]
chantelle, i loved you
but you cheated with jonathan from church
i’m gonna run up, and spray him
and leave him in the church
now all you people cussing me, suck you
i’m here on charlie in the booth
all you people cussing me, suck your mum
elephant and castle, where i grew up
don’t try take me for a muck
that was perfect
i won
hold tight adele, your new track is not bad
but i don’t really know what your name is
yo’, if you wanna rock me, i’ll bring my arms out to your mum’s house
and bang you in your forehead
that one’s for chantelle
i loved you
you’re a j bag on mondays
you’re a slut (ha-ha), on tuesdays
stop calling me on fridays
i’m a big man but i’m not thirty
hold tight stormzy, you wanna get merky (hey)
your breath stinks, just shut up
your breath stinks, just shut up
i’m not ating you stormzy, charlie’s trying to cause trouble
he’s a pr-ck, he’s trying to cause trouble
i’m gonna burst his bubble (ha-hah)
i’m gonna take his hat (ha-hah)
he’s not getting that hat (ha-hah)
that snapback’s gone outside the building
round my hometown (ay)
round my hometown
on my hotline bling, i’m kind of wavey
bmt, you don’t know me
hold tight auntie gbemi, i got the soup warming in my belly
hold tight timbo, hold tight mitch
i’m in da’ car; i got the glitch
i’m gonna go back
[non-lyrical vocals]
listen! listen, charlie, stop that i wanna talk to you for a minute

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