Danny Brown - Fire in the Booth lyrics
Danny Brown [Daniel Dewan Sewell] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Danny Brown - Fire in the Booth lyrics]
Frisbee at halo and?
Recite God like like the
Rhymes written by angels
Born with the blood of an enraged slave
Caught fucking master wifey and
Got hung that day
That's why I fuck these white
Bitches like it's payback
You old niggas playing games like Pat Sajak
Whipping up the Vanna White
Brought an extra? back
The way my bitches looking you would
Think we at a horse track
Cos' the romanellis long way
From Pelle Pelle's
Stacking in the telly with
That next tall sally
Banging R Kelly, getting that?
Now what I dick for a show
That first lick they hitting belly
Now tell me I ain't the crown of the nouns
Unleash furious verbs
Make these peasants bown down
The presence of a legend every
Time i come round
Why in my face they smile when
I turn my back they frown
Hypnotised like staring straight into
A serpents eyes want it all in the bags
It's like them fries at five guys
My eye size is pint sized
Blind off the muy thai
? karate chop, slump leaning sideways
Chicken coop smokey on every other friday
One way driving down the wrong
Way of a highway getting fucked up in public
Coming down after binging
Never had class just after school detention
Did I mention
I'd still be teaching these niggas
Doing their danny brown rendition
But that shit ain't clicking
Tripping when im hitting off
This backwood I'm hitting
Giggling when I listen to
That? they be kidding
? The way these niggas rapping's a shame
If they wasn't so lame I'd
Be saying they name
Get your own shit nigga trying
To merge in my lane
Crash into another car avoiding
The thrashing plane
Stressed out nigga 'bout to lose my mind
The whole damn time I've
Been thinking about crying
Cause' mind fucked up and I'm fucked up
So I get fucked up gone?
? Don't waste my time? Don't waste my time
Take this nick hit a lick get a dollar
Come back and see me been
Here this whole time
Smoking on gas thats toxic
Say it flew in from the tropic? just profit
Need that money because i need them boxes
Mind on the green like the? Celtics
Nine tucked right by the pelvis
Fiends nodding off on the toilet like Elvis
Have a nigga thinking how the
Fuck do i sell this
'Cause i fucking need that money
Hit that block couple miles and running
Gotta get them ten, twenties
Fifties and hundreds
Have a nigga locked doing
Time doing dumb shit
So i gotta just think it smarter
Gotta get this money for my daughter
Dog this ain't the eighty nine?
In that cutlass and that
Shit have you locked before
You even get started
I come from a dark past but guess
What bitch got a bright future
These bitches feeling freaky because my
Diamonds going Kama Sutra
'Bout to make a power move, smoking on?
Used to hustle in shower shoes until I got
Like I had my own shower shoes
Now these niggas got me on Igor
Smell just like the seashore
Shots of my? serving B more
I made 200 racks off a D-tour
On the interstate with them? traffic
Stopped my? but that spot still? and bouncing
So much money I might need counselling
Had that forty in my Pelle Pelle
Trapping in that rolling Telly
I was? out of town
Stacking up trying to cop a chevy
So if you ain't talking about money
Then you ain't talking about nothing
Get the fuck out my face
Because my? so rambunctious
Recite God like like the
Rhymes written by angels
Born with the blood of an enraged slave
Caught fucking master wifey and
Got hung that day
That's why I fuck these white
Bitches like it's payback
You old niggas playing games like Pat Sajak
Whipping up the Vanna White
Brought an extra? back
The way my bitches looking you would
Think we at a horse track
Cos' the romanellis long way
From Pelle Pelle's
Stacking in the telly with
That next tall sally
Banging R Kelly, getting that?
Now what I dick for a show
That first lick they hitting belly
Now tell me I ain't the crown of the nouns
Unleash furious verbs
Make these peasants bown down
The presence of a legend every
Time i come round
Why in my face they smile when
I turn my back they frown
Hypnotised like staring straight into
A serpents eyes want it all in the bags
It's like them fries at five guys
My eye size is pint sized
Blind off the muy thai
? karate chop, slump leaning sideways
Chicken coop smokey on every other friday
One way driving down the wrong
Way of a highway getting fucked up in public
Coming down after binging
Never had class just after school detention
Did I mention
I'd still be teaching these niggas
Doing their danny brown rendition
But that shit ain't clicking
Tripping when im hitting off
This backwood I'm hitting
Giggling when I listen to
That? they be kidding
? The way these niggas rapping's a shame
If they wasn't so lame I'd
Be saying they name
Get your own shit nigga trying
To merge in my lane
Crash into another car avoiding
The thrashing plane
Stressed out nigga 'bout to lose my mind
The whole damn time I've
Been thinking about crying
Cause' mind fucked up and I'm fucked up
So I get fucked up gone?
? Don't waste my time? Don't waste my time
Take this nick hit a lick get a dollar
Come back and see me been
Here this whole time
Smoking on gas thats toxic
Say it flew in from the tropic? just profit
Need that money because i need them boxes
Mind on the green like the? Celtics
Nine tucked right by the pelvis
Fiends nodding off on the toilet like Elvis
Have a nigga thinking how the
Fuck do i sell this
'Cause i fucking need that money
Hit that block couple miles and running
Gotta get them ten, twenties
Fifties and hundreds
Have a nigga locked doing
Time doing dumb shit
So i gotta just think it smarter
Gotta get this money for my daughter
Dog this ain't the eighty nine?
In that cutlass and that
Shit have you locked before
You even get started
I come from a dark past but guess
What bitch got a bright future
These bitches feeling freaky because my
Diamonds going Kama Sutra
'Bout to make a power move, smoking on?
Used to hustle in shower shoes until I got
Like I had my own shower shoes
Now these niggas got me on Igor
Smell just like the seashore
Shots of my? serving B more
I made 200 racks off a D-tour
On the interstate with them? traffic
Stopped my? but that spot still? and bouncing
So much money I might need counselling
Had that forty in my Pelle Pelle
Trapping in that rolling Telly
I was? out of town
Stacking up trying to cop a chevy
So if you ain't talking about money
Then you ain't talking about nothing
Get the fuck out my face
Because my? so rambunctious