Текст песни GoldLink feat. Fire - Culture Clash

[Intro: Fire!]

Yeah, ayy-ayy

Ayy-ayy, yeah, ayy

Fire!

You dun know

Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: Fire!]

I touch that town again and again and locked it down (Locked it down)

Got the heart of a hustler, word to Allah, I'm profit bound (True)

Got a quarter ounce and I flipped it to a thousand pound (Facts)

Got the heart of a lion, lone wolf, I am not no sheep

Only the strong survive, kings never target the weak

Way too many chatty patties online, I don't wanna hear them speak

Without that filter face, them gyally ain't on fleek

I might pull up on your bae, make her give neck in this two-seat

Insomnia trappin', I can hardly go sleep

Like a zombie when I'm trappin', I can hardly go sleep

I coulda sold crack to my dad, he's a crackhead, it's not that deep

Bought a rifle with the man dem and it came with a hundred teeth

My first rifle was a mad ting and it came with a hundred teeth

Whole leap of ammo, no ammi (Ayy)

Serving the cats in the ally (Ayy, ayy)

Hammer on my hip, no Bally, smokin' a pack of that Cali

L.A., I was in the Valley, 2010, that's when I bought a strally

Or 2-double-09 actually, shoulda been in the studio with Ashley

Trappy, hair nappy, Lambeth Feds couldn't catch me (Woo, woo)

Local popo wasn't happy, I got baddies from Sweden to Hackney

No FB, no Snappy, no IG, don't @ me

Spanish gyal call me papi, fuego, my flow caliente

Fire, Fendi, no designer, I'm still trendy

[Interlude: Fire! & GoldLink]

Ayy, yeah, you dun know, ya feel me?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: GoldLink]

I got like 50K on me, I seen the devil that dawned on me

This big K had to spray for me, I seen shit that you can't believe

Had a whole city wan' pray for me

Think I be cute when I lay on beats

Your girlfriend wanna lay with me, freestyle but it ain't free to me

Wanna get high? Take two of these

Coupe with the doors goin' suicide

Make a nigga feel like it's do or die

Uh, it's the battle of the real

And the baddest man so I can't be no you and I

Shoot out the whip, walk up on the rest (Uh-huh)

I think I saw him at Merky Fest' (Uh-huh)

I changed my life from a thirty pence

Fuckin lil' girls? Dirty sket (Ugh)

Rock it, rock it (Rock it) mosh pit, mosh pit (Mosh pit)

Man dem, it's over the clock tick, free Walkdown, shit is nonsense

I saw gang hit a backflip, I got a Porsche then I crashed it

Party with da fam, we active, blrrp, blrrp then I dashed it

  • Источник: muzun.net
  • Слова из трека: Culture Clash
  • Исполнитель: GoldLink feat. Fire
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