Corrección Letra Culture Clash par GoldLink

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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 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
Ayy, yeah, you dun know, ya feel me?
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 sh*t 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 n***a 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
f**kin 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, sh*t 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

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