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letra de who ya talkin to - blazer boccle

[chorus]
here ya are mate, who ya talking to?
you’re not hard mate, i’ve seen way naughtier
you think you’re bad in your clothes your mum bought for ya
nike’s all i like, i couldn’t be sportier
here ya are mate, who ya talking to?
you’re not hard mate, i’ve seen way naughtier
you think you’re bad in your clothes your mum bought for ya
nike’s all i like, i couldn’t be sportier

[verse 1]
she told me that she’s never been with a northerner
bradford, west yorks, i were born here
growing up, a few rules get taught to ya
like don’t reply if police try talk to ya
she’s a posh spice like victoria
she drives german, i smoke california
i give her two bun of this, she got nausier
sorry babes but i did try warning ya
i am what i am, i do what i have to do
buzzing out my head, i only went and crashed the coupe
i don’t hold hands or slow dance to tunes
gun fingers in the rave, i got the gangster groove
the strap’s got t–th but they ain’t porcelain
the shotty’s got sh-lls like i put a tortoise in
so if your boy’s bad, you should try calling him
that’s all i’ve gotta say, now let me bring the chorus in
[chorus]
here ya are mate, who ya talking to?
you’re not hard mate, i’ve seen way naughtier
you think you’re bad in your clothes your mum bought for ya
nike’s all i like, i couldn’t be sportier
here ya are mate, who ya talking to?
you’re not hard mate, i’ve seen way naughtier
you think you’re bad in your clothes your mum bought for ya
nike’s all i like, i couldn’t be sportier

[verse 2]
don’t step outta line, step cautiously
i might enter your premises forcibly
and then the outcome will be unfortunate
and i don’t wanna turn into a gym orderly
baby girl i see you looking, come talk to me
i’m with the man who get money unlawfully
their chat-up line is “yeah i’ve got a grow back at mine
let me take you home and you can help me water it”
here ya are babe
don’t even ask where we’re going cause i can’t say
i’ve gotta do a few shots like a barmaid
that’s how you pay bills when you’re from our way
and i ain’t tryna parlay
i had four left and now i’ve got three bars
cocaine cowboy, i make ’em shout “yeehaa”
this is yorkshire, the wild wild west
so tell that soft c-nt stop tryna be hard
[chorus]
here ya are mate, who ya talking to?
you’re not hard mate, i’ve seen way naughtier
you think you’re bad in your clothes your mum bought for ya
nike’s all i like, i couldn’t be sportier
here ya are mate, who ya talking to?
you’re not hard mate, i’ve seen way naughtier
you think you’re bad in your clothes your mum bought for ya
nike’s all i like, i couldn’t be sportier

- blazer boccle

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