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letra de gola - local (rapper)

[intro: local]
living the vida local some say loca
easy

[verse: local]
not oz but i go right under
wonder, why i don’t do leftovers
been doing it since loafers
spitting with the olders, and i had in-line rollers
hated school my mum bought me gola’s
now i rub serious shoulders
got friends that deliver cocaine, and i got friends that’s delivering sofas
five-yard box man are poachers, golden boot man are ruud van nis’
’nuff emcees wanna ring my phone but i can’t connect like a two-man kiss
i used to love my rap, i was 2pac that, i was wu-tang this
one double-oh real, three-piece meal, i’m healthy i never done fruit and fish
this girl’s blind to my love, ain’t feeling my words like braille
i wore my crocodile shoes, but jimmy got drunk and broke your nail
badmouth pro, make a diss count, and i ain’t talking mid-summer sale
quick backshot on a female cop is the last time that i had feds on a tail
i’m a welsh boy like gareth, but i got too many friends on bail
went greece and i came home pale
woke up on a network rail
i ain’t bagging up drugs, so what we sell is on a different scale
locs, shoulda gone sweet valley high, i’m old-school like martin and gale
i got a cup that i wanna fill up, i got something that i wanna bill up, we ain’t done
might see me doing bits in the sun, late for the airport driving a tonne
and i got one girl still jumping the gun so i stopped seeing her when it stopped being fun
p-ss me a spliff and a rum, p-ss me a kick and a drum
it’s locs, i get popping, bopping, avoiding my sky bet login
bone and skin never not been thin but my lungs don’t work so i might get jogging
tv laptop, might get to flogging
ain’t been shopping and my trainers bogging
these days i don’t getta wagwan, back in the day my door wouldn’t stop knocking
one two boogie i boogie, yeah i go uptown clubs in a hoodie
give girls buzz for the woody, high-grade, look in the jar that’s cookie
still walk through boots for the p-ssy, i was in gr-ssroots, didn’t see [?]
i always knew they jacked in the city, but i still wanna know who k!lled pookie
and i ain’t no rookie when it comes to the verse, ain’t no rookie when it comes to the mic
i only came for a drink and dance, you man came for a facebook like
bought paul smith, still wore nike
three-piece meal on the back of the bike
i’m from rumney where it ain’t too sunny and friday’s always a fight
buh!

- local rapper

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