Fire in the Booth, Pt.1

Ok, right, here we are
Charlie, yup, we're about to take them to the chocolate factory
Why, why are you hitting me with the fat jokes for?
I'm not say - I'm just saying sort of - very
Sort of unbelievable vibes going on, you know?
Ok, right, so, drip
Get into my dirty meditation
Wow
Dear gods, be with me
This is happening
I should probably say, shoutout to my friends in prison, shouldn't I
Ok
Shoutout to Martin and Tabitha, currently in the pen for tax evasion
Free my jiggas!
Mad
Riding round in a rover
If I see opps then its over
I'll send man straight to Jehovah
I'm taking shots like M Sharapova
Doing up tennis
Call man Dennis, I'm a Menace
Doing up olives in Venice
Big man ting, I'm bigger than Ben is
Stop it, otherwise Unknown P will bash mans head down like a Bop It
So make like a Freddo and hop it
Your girl is 4 foot 4 and got bare hair on her toes like a Hobbit
If I see her in a club I'm doing up AJ the way I weave and bob it
And I'm not from Homerton, not from Hackney
Never go East because bare man try spot P like Acne
I'm from Surrey where me and my tandem always go hunting
And the galdem are thick like Theresa May on a real big bum ting
19 Hunna on the new rusty,
Had a gap year in Kenya came back with the feet so dusty
Still waking up to geese in country and never
Have porridge at Nans because its oh so lumpy
And If opps wanna show hands then I just draw for the pumpy
Look at me, I'm Unknown T, I've got braids and a deep voice,
I wanna bend my back and then dig it I really hurt my knee joints
Got a song called throwback but my girl got no back
And if you wanna talk Unknowns, then you better talk P just know that



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Writer(s): Hritik Pattni, Mohammed Hassan
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