Songtext zu 'La Leakers Freestyle' von Central Cee

They think I'm the one that can bridge the gap, huh
I came to l. A to work, but first, where the bitches at?
They're tellin' me tao or the highlight room
If you wanna go through, you gotta bring the strap (okay)

No way could I trust these hoes (yeah)
I'm taking their phone if we bring them back
I don't wanna get done, like, nah (come on)
They don't understand, I'm giving them you. K. Slang

My brudda, my fam', my akh
You say the feds just done a sweep, we say the boy dem run in my gaf
You say on God, no cap, we say swear on your life, don't gass
You say spin the block, we say jump out and slide and crash

You call it machine, we call it a mash
Strip club and they're shakin' ass
But in my words, they're shakin' nyash
We don't trap in abandoned buildings

Shots get hit out of vacant flats
In other words, apartments, hidden compartments get detached
Free all the members that got bagged
You say what's up? We say wah gwan?

Got shotguns from a farm
We don't eat pork, we say it's haram
You call her shawty, we call her jawn
Sexy gyal and we call them leng

Back then we would call them peng
Bare words that we got for guns
Like waps and skengs
You call them js, we call them cats

There's not much crystal meth
My hood's got junkies hooked on crack (woo)
Flick knives, we call them nanks
Zombie killers, we call them zks

Rambo knife by the name of ramz
We say cash, ps, racks, gs, we don't really call them bands
In l. A, it's escalades, in the ends, it's Mercedes vans
Watch my back, I'm paranoid

That's what I mean when I say that I'm prang
Clench my fist and I fist bump man
Anti-social, I don't shake much hands, huh
Well, it depends, you say the trenches, we say the ends

You say y'all, we say you lot
You say restroom, we say toilet
We do have guns but they might be-
So man pull it apart and oil it

If a man violate, say a man boyed it
Live yours ain't a gang, can't join it
We both whip crack the same, we fill up the pyrex pot and boil it
In London, I'm verified, in n. Y, I'm valid

Twelve hours away, I'm M.I. a
I can pull up on DJ khaled
It's only an hour away from the ends, that's why I spend time in Paris
If I pull up on Saturday night
I ain't come here to talk, this ain't jimmy fallon (ah, yeah)

I just pulled up with a chick, bro said that he hit, I'm a bit embarrassed
All she's gettin' is dick and chick-fil-a, we ain't eatin' salmon
I might hit one time and vanish, I got unlimited funds on the amex
One day I'm on the block in London, next day, I'm chillin' in the Sun on a hammock

Controversy sells, I said how can I be homophobic, my bitch is gay
And it flew off the shelf
Thinkin' should I go with a label or stay independent and do it myself?
Sat down with a boss and said I ain't signed, but, bro, I ain't new to deals, uh

Stood outside of the night club, try make the trap line kick like flight club
All of my drip from rodeo drive, ain't none of this shit from china, uh
I don't want nobu, I need me a yard food, so I'm in inglewood
Dawg dem-

My dawg dem serve like wimbledon
My dawg dem smart like beethoven
I'm from where the Jack boys active
Fam, don't sleep with your window open

Hoes gon' line man up and get a commission
Back shot give a gyal whip lash
Hit that, impact like a collision
I don't care if I'm givin' the lo'
Tell rubi rose that I'm in the edition