Testo Culture Clash - GoldLink feat. Fire!
Testo della canzone Culture Clash (GoldLink feat. Fire!), tratta dall'album HARAM!
Yeah, ayy-ayy
Ayy-ayy, yeah, ayy
Fire!
You dun know
Ayy, ayy, ayy
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 the 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 mandem and it came with a hundred teeth
My first rifle was a mad ting and it came with a hundred teeth
Whole leap ammo, no ammi (ayy)
Serving the cats in the ally (ayy, ayy)
Hammer on my hip, no Bally
Smoke on a pack of the cally
LA, I was in the valley
2010, that's when I bought a strally
Or 2 double 0 9 actually
Shoulda been in the studio with Ashley
Trappy, hair nappy
Lambeth feds couldn't catch me (ooh, ooh)
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
Ayy, yeah, they dun know
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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 baddest man so I can't be no you and I, uh
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 30 pence
Fuckin lil' girls? Dirty sket (ugh)
Rock it, rock it (rock it)
Mosh pit, mosh pit (mosh pit)
Mandem, it's over the clock tick
Free Walkdown, shit is nonsense
I saw gang hit a back flip
I got da Porsche then I crashed it
Party with da fam, we active
Blrrp, blrrp then I dashed it
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Writer(s): Mario Loving, D Anthony Carlos, Blaize Brooks
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