Lyrics LA Leakers Freestyle - 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
No
way
could
I
trust
these
hoes,
I'm
taking
their
phone
if
we
bring
them
back
I
don't
wanna
get
done
like,
nah
They
don't
understand,
I'm
giving
them
U.K
slang
My
brudda,
my
fam',
my
akh
You
say,
"The
feds
just
done
a
sweep",
we
say,
"The
boy
dem
run
in
my
gaff"
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,
"Wagwan"
Got
shotgun
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
hoods
got
junkies
hooked
on
crack
Flick
knives,
we
call
them
"Nanks"
Zombie
killers,
we
call
them
"ZK's"
Rambo
knives
by
the
name
of
"Ramz"
We
say
"Cash,
Ps,
Racks,
Gs",
we
don't
really
them
bands
In
L.A.,
it's
Escalade's,
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
12
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
I
just
pulled
up
with
a
chick,
bro
said
that
he
hit,
I'm
a
bit
embarrassed,
huh
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,
huh
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,
I
say
independent
and
do
it
myself
Sat
down
with
the
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,
huh
I
don't
want
Nobu,
I
need
me
a
yard
food,
so
I'm
in
Inglewood
Darg
dem-
My
darg
dem
serve
like
Wimbledon
My
darg
dem
smart
like
Beethoven
I'm
from
where
the
JackBoys
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
(Okay)
(Bad
boy,
man,
West
London
is
in
here,
man,
Central
Cee)
(Touchin'
LA
Leakers,
baby)
(You
know
what
it
is,
man,
Central
Cee,
new
song
"Doja"
going
crazy
right
now)
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