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trillary banks - fire in the booth (part 1) lyrics

(now it’s time to rumble)
yo
(wooooo)
charlie sloth
(come on)
fire in the bludclart booth
(yeah yeah)
ya dun know

it’s the trillest, the realest, the illest
ya nah wah i’m sayin?

yo
big moola
last name banks
give me pounds, and yen, and dollars, and francs
wanna fly me out to france, better stop with the bants
i’m a boujie b+tch, so i said “no thanks”
if it ain’t five star, nice yard, i ain’t coming
n+ggas say i’m stunning
beat up the p+ssy like drumming
rap chicks running
peak when i run in
my k!lly ain’t coming if he can’t bring the huh
boot off the door, we ain’t waiting for a “come in”
about to bust when a n+gga say “i’m cumming”
mad fly youngin
gwan touch a b+tton, i’m the baddest in the game and ya can’t tell me nothin’
come tru with a whole new flow
whole new glow
new fur coats
champagne breakfast, trips on boats
said i look like aaliyah, could be true, i love notes
my girl, sit down, you don’t know me, bro
stop frontin’ like you fresh, you a phoney ho
i got that wet wet macaroni, ho
i look good, how could i ever be lonely, oh?
mi a money changer, man love pager
last name banks cah me love make paper
love vex hater, bad man taker
real yard gyal, first class to jamaica
freeze motherf+cker, freeze motherf+cker, freeze
i’m flyer than your baby mother, sit down please
cold like breeze
trillies on freeze
you ain’t never had french kisses like these
get put in a spliff cah mi love bun weed
i’m the queen, now down to your knees
good gyal, nah mek me haffi galang with greaze
take a gyal man, take her on with ease
mi nuh take cheque, but me cash nuff cheque
real hot gyal, every man tek set
trilly come tru, every gyal start threat
two k!lly run up, everything get wet
bam boom, freeze, all darg catch stray
ah no football, mi nah come fi play
rise ak. rinse it. okay
on your march, get set, april, get may

it’s the big moola moola, big moola moola, yo
no rap chicks ain’t f+cking with the flow
passenger side, drive+by, wan’ blow
i know where you come from an where you gon’ go
mmm+hmmm, i’m a problem, problematic
if it’s the ride out whip then it’s automatic
when trilly come thu, mans blocking traffic
said dem love my vibe when me knock it, knock it
this is deuce, if you talk loose, you might end up in the boot
proofs in the pudding, but the puddings in the proof, fam
two packs up tryna flex like juice, yeah
she fire in the booth spitting fire in the booth
i make a rap chick retire in the booth
put her in a spliff, i’m getting higher in the booth, and it
feels good, i’m inspiring the youts
i’m the voice of the streets and they admiring my truth, see
where i come from we don’t fight fair
fields, man pull up, that’s a mans worst nightmare huh
cause that mean sh+ts getting
and all my n+ggas packing, never lacking with the
n+ggas always wassin bout they trap pin’ and they
till sh+t hits the fan, they start dashin’
ride with a passion, works dem mashin
trillary banks, that means the reals back in fashion
b+tch

yo
huh, and if rap dont work then it’s back to the triz
back to biz, raps and fliz
cats in nits, packs and bits
crack cocaine, you know the game
it comes and goes in loads of bricks
pyrex bowl control the whip
she looking like she hit a l!ck how
spin a gyal outta the lace front
ah weh ya go do? gwan say something
i’m the hardest, that’s blatant
stay on job, them gyal der vacant
only know about big status
big banks, big bank statement
he wan’ go down like bas+m+nt
i want sp+ce but your bae’s adjacent
ain’t no triller than trill
trill means realer than real
i stay k!lling them still
test me, blood’ll get spilled
i need a million mills
ain’t no triller than trill
on your block like william hill
eastender like billy and phil
might hear me on some brazilian drill
so put some respec on my name
trillary banks im a threat to the game
lv creps, we ain’t stepping the same
can’t f+ck with these b+tches, our cheques ain’t the same
uh, clowns, been entertained
what’s understood i don’t need to explain
making it rain
f+ck that lame
claim that she hot, better pepper that plane
top 3, i ain’t 3 or 2 though
out of this world like pluto and mars
reach for the stars, cause i wanna be a billionaire like bruno
play no games, but they ain’t got a clue no
boss, no hugo, you know, uno
shot down, bye now, kudos, my ting sweet like churros
chula get that moola
pum pum fat, well thick like bulla
real hot gyal live inna living colour
skin smooth, peanut b+tter
spit, don’t stutter
look, don’t toucha
man get punk’d, no ashton kutcher
high grade puffer
og kusher
touch, crumble i dont need no crusher
my ting buffer, mandem sugar
wan me for breakfast, lunch and supper
tell that puta, i’m her pupa
gyal get fried like pot pon cooker, rah

trills on trills on trills
mills on mills, on mills, on
want a house on hills, on hills, on hills
cah on my sauce on spill on spill on

look, f+ck what you or your friend heard
i could never get spun by dem nerds
pro black but my swags all white
shh, round here we don’t say the n word
spin your sis and your aunty too
any time, sh+lly, i’m passin tru
trap, trap in a bando like
grizzy 150 cah i don’t wanna look like you
trill don’t be on the road too tough
still cut through local slammers
brem got food and whem got hammers
no pecknarm but black bandanas
money in accounts like naija scammers
put in the work, don’t care bout spanners
big man ting, no hannah montanas
ain’t no blammers
man got

drills on drills on drills
spills on spills, on spills, on
need a house on hills, on hills, on hills
cah on my sauce on spills, on spills, on
charlie
trills on trills on trills
flows on chills, on chills, on chills
sauce on spills, on spills, on
i need a house on hills, on hills, on hills
rah

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