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lil tjay & charlie sloth - lil tjay: fire in the booth كلمات أغنية

[part i]

[intro: lil tjay & charlie sloth]
now it’s time to rumble (woo, woo)
brrt, boom, boom, boom
it’s been two years, man (two years)
hold on (you back, you back, you back, ayy, run that sh_t up, chase)

[verse: lil tjay]
lately, they say i’m the topic
i be wakin’ ’em up when i drop sh_t
everything i be sayin’ be hot sh_t
walk around, 40k just for my pockets
i be winnin’, they know they can’t stop this
hit the stage for one_fifty, they mosh pit
i be runnin’ it up, need the bag
strictly business, can’t f_ck with no flaw sh_t
when i back out that jet, they be all sick
i can’t love on no b_tch, i just do me in quick
finna pass out on money, on dog sh_t
once i blow out your back, let my dogs hit
i know n_ggas tryna do me in
i can’t lack, i be movin’ with caution
yeah, i keep me a strap, n_gga reach, it go, “brrat” to your back and your head, no extorsion (ayy, run that sh_t up, chase)
from a youngin, i uppеd my torch and
murder rate, they know wе got a portion
totin’ stephen curry, i ain’t never worry ’cause my accuracy kind of awesome
this jt got me high on the moon, bet that boy got buried tryna cross ’em
even my mama know i’m a goon, but i’m on a legendary boss run
i be gettin’ higher, jt in the sky, know they kids admire, let me calm down
keep it pg and make more sounds, i can’t let n0body bring your torch down
when they talkin’ on me, i ignore now
when it’s static, my shooters kick door down
pop out with full rounds
i can’t lack, that would leave mama tore down (ayy, run that sh_t up, chase)
in the streets, it ain’t really no love
in the streets, n_gga front, he a dub
yeah, i kept me a glee, ss
n_gga run up, think sweet, duh
better come fifty deep for some blood
’cause we so used to sweepin’ sh_t up
i feel like wiz khalif’ with these nugs
all these deadies, i roll up the drugs, i roll up the drugs
i’m smokin’ your deads
don’t get shot in your head
i be duckin’ the feds
i am not right, i be off of these meds
n_ggas be talkin’ like they with the sh_ts
you’ll get shot in your motherf_ckin’—
i was just smokin’ the dummy, the jt, the crimson, the—
yeah, we like the meds (ayy, run that sh_t up, chase)
couple don’t like me, probably ’cause they see how i’m icy
i got superstar b_tches on my d
can’t let nothin’ stop me unless it’s almighty
i wasn’t in it, they shot up my car
i’m on a tour, it ain’t hard to come find me
everywhere i go, a n_gga shiny
probably got two, three, four shooters behind me
ayy, let’s go take ride down to flex
went to benny’s, started wildlin’ on my neck
free my guys off the island, i know y’all there wildin’ and when y’all come home, this sh_t direct
uh, uh, then i might cop an audemar
i might pop out in the stars
it ain’t sh_t, i flow these bars
n_ggas talkin’ like— (ayy, run that sh_t up, chase)
i got n_ggas gettin’ busy with them cards
i got n_ggas that’s tryna get a pack
in the field, they weren’t tryna get a job
either rob or i get it in the trap
how it work? look at me, i’m gettin’ racks
plaques after plaques
millis in my— that’s for them n_ggas suckin’ on my c_ck
they ain’t think i would do it, n_gga, tact’
young and black
whole city know who on the map
n_ggas be talkin’ like they with the sh_ts
i’ma let it rip
n_ggas suckin’ d_ck
’cause you’ll get shot up in your lip, like, hold on (ayy, run that sh_t up, chase)
[outro: lil tjay]
(hadouken)
hold on
hold on, let me get some other sh_t, let me get some other sh_t, man

[part ii]

[intro: charlie sloth]
woo, lil tjay
we in london
yeah, yeah

[verse 1: lil tjay]
pain in my heart, lot of sh_t be on my mental
i be tryna paint the picture for ’em, no stencil
put the .40 cal to a n_gga whole dental
then i blow his face off, then we do the race
hold on, i ain’t pullin’ over, can’t do that nowadays
’cause you know it’s with me nowadays
been with me for a while, i can’t put it down
ptsd on me, on my f_ckin’ crown
now the money on my head, i know n_ggas want me dead
i don’t give a f_ck about them n_ggas, yeah, it’s up, n_gga
and it’s stuck, n_gga, try your luck, n_gga
i don’t give a f_ck, n_gga, if it’s f_ckin’ up, n_gga
off the dome, word to mother, i got n_ggas on my phone
in the towns, i know they can’t, tryna leave me ‘lone
they be tryna not to bother me, yeah, i’m from slaughtery
i know how hard it be, so i be understandin’
yeah, i know i’m the man to win, i be plannin’
tryna get the more bands in and expandin’
yeah, you know what happened— more than rappin’
i’m tryna figure this sh_t out, i just be adaptin’
[interlude: lil tjay & charlie sloth]
woo
ayy, lil tjay really freestylin’ out here
hold on
you see, i don’t need to write, everything i do is right
woo

[verse 2: lil tjay]
i don’t need to write, i don’t need the hype, listen
but i’ma feed the mic, diamonds, need the bite, hold on, look
(he’s heating up)
i come from the lot, ain’t come from the ‘burbs
‘membered all them nights we was swimmin’ in some [?][4:29]
he talkin’ on my name, p_ssy boy done got some nerves
yeah, you know i’m workin’ hard, i’m tryna get what i deserve
tryna get the sh_t i earned and you know i had to learn
and big bro told me, “you don’t gotta wait your turn”
and you know i gotta grind and you know i waited for this
and you know i’m tryna be right there on the forbe list
everything gorgeous, millis in my bank account
i remember nights when we was huntin’, really stakin’ out
swear to god, this off the top, really from the f_ckin’ block
now i got a richard mille with a whole lot of rocks
i got mjb on my f_ckin’ hoodie
these n_ggas, they be talkin’, they be b_tches swingin’ goodies
everybody lookin’ at me like i f_ckin’ made it
lookin’ at them other n_ggas, yeah, them n_ggas hated
this ain’t dated, still rockin’ off the playlist
i started off 2018, sellin’ vegas
n_ggas, they be talkin’, they be talkin’, got some nerves
and you know, pull up on me, they ain’t never say no words, huh
i said
[interlude: lil tjay & charlie sloth]
i see you, bro
hold on
i see you shinin’ (uh)
hold on

[verse 3: lil tjay]
youngest n_gga doin’ this, no, i’m not a capper
really puttin’ work, don’t you think ’cause i’m a raptor
these n_ggas, they be talkin’, don’t pay ‘tention to the laughter
’cause n_ggas know, they know my body, though, n_ggas know, huh
the youngest n_gga puttin’ on
anybody know, you see up in person, i perform
any time you see me, don’t care ’bout no police, yeah, we armed
’cause ain’t n0body gon’ take me, have my mama see me gone
gotta put on, gotta pay the bills, gotta make it out
n_ggas talkin’, i ain’t had no other motherf_ckin’ route
i was doin’ bids, i was thirteen in them streets
we was, huh, kickin’ n_ggas cans, we was like, “it’s beef”
and you know, every day, i can’t lack
gotta get these stacks, thinkin ’bout them trenches, thinkin’ nightmares, can’t go back
i said, huh, i gotta get these bands
my mama lookin’ at me like her son is now a man like (perfect)

[interlude: lil tjay & charlie sloth]
hold on
let me get my rhyme right, this sh_t off the top for y’all
listen, a lot of n_ggas that can’t do this, hold on
let’s get it, bro

[verse 4: lil tjay]
i got shot seven times, one time in my neck, ’bout five in my chest
probably more
i don’t know ’cause the doctors— hold on
whole body sittin’ on the floor
and nowadays, i know these b_tches knowin’ i’m a star
that’s why i got strap up, i can’t f_ck these b_tches raw
if you talkin’ hot to me, then i might punch you in your jaw
a lot of n_ggas on the internet be talkin’, i ignore
n_ggas hatin’ on the kid ’cause they knowin’ i’m the one
i ain’t doin’ sh_t for fun, you better pay me, not for nothin’
and you know i’m goin’ hard
they be tryna underrate me, the industry must hate me
but, f_ck it, n_ggas can’t relate me
i’m the chosen one, no cosigns, everything written
n_ggas blow minds
give a f_ck about these n_ggas ’cause you know what’s up
n_ggas, they be talkin’, i don’t hear ’em, i be rollin’ up
and you know, know what’s up
king of my city, ain’t showin’ no pity
i put a lot of f_ckin’ n_ggas on
a lot of n_ggas never really tried to help others
i be lookin’ at fivio like it’s my brother
huh, r.i.p. to pop smoke
and you know we from the gutter, won’t never be no ‘nother
hold on
sh_t be k!llin’ me
n_ggas, they be talkin’, they ain’t feelin’ me
(he’s on fire)

[interlude: lil tjay & charlie sloth]
lil tjay in the building, from the top
huh, we in london with it, hold on
woo

[verse 5: lil tjay]
rick owens on my feet, mjb
big chain, hold on
big chain, doin’ big things
yeah, you know, huh, huh, look
i got a story to tell
these n_ggas be takin’, they be talkin’, they ain’t knowin’ me well
i took my glasses off, i’m ’bout to get a lil’ f_ckin’ deeper
and you know god saved me, i’m the keeper
remember them nights, late nights, i was on the block
we was lookin’ for a opp, f_ck it, i’m the reaper
i heard about some new n_ggas beefin’ with my bro kay flock
n_ggas sayin’ they the sweepers

[outro: lil tjay & charlie sloth]
free kay kay (hoo)
free mog, free the guys
free all my f_ckin’ guys, this sh_t off the dome
a lot of professional artists do not come in here off the dome
word to my mother (i don’t know many people that do, bro)
off the dome
just ate the whole beat, the whole beat got eaten
lil tjay in the building
ayy, see that there?
that’s what we call fire in the booth
came through one fell swoop
nothing was written

- lil tjay charlie sloth

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