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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah… London nights, bright lights,
caras de niño, but I fight.
Fast track, deep drill,
Bearman flow, icy still.
[Verse 1]
Fast lane, London boy, never miss a beat,
caras de niño pero juego elite.
Cold eyes, sharp mind, I control la pista,
british cool, siempre lista mi conquista.
Check the mirrors, rivals shake,
cada curva es un mate.
Fake smiles, no stress,
I’m the lion in this chess.
[Pre-Chorus]
Game face on, rival down, checkmate,
el reloj corre pero yo no late.
[Chorus]
Spanglish flow, cold like steel,
drill in my veins, hot wheels.
Smile suave, punch real,
Ollie on top, that’s the deal.
[Verse 2]
Snap back, mirada killer,
el paddock me sigue, soy thriller.
Precision, no fear, on the track,
one move wrong y no hay way back.
La calle me enseña, la pista me doma,
soy tormenta fría, soy la broma.
Pero el que se cruza lo siente de frente,
rule Britannia, game permanente.
[Bridge]
Echoes in my head, voces que dicen “push”,
never slow down, I don’t blush.
Steel heart, cool blood,
Bearman rise, never flood.
[Chorus – outro]
Spanglish flow, cold like steel,
drill in my veins, hot wheels.
Sonrisa fría, destino real,
Ollie forever, no hay rival.
Details
GeneratedOct 2, 2025
Duration3:02
LanguageEnglish
Style
male trap drill puro, dark con techno, spanglish, vibra británica, precisión, ironía
Credits
Prompt by
AshlyFlowFive
AshlyFlowFiveModelAria v4
