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letra de spun - fiac

[intro]
(j-j-j-jack p on the beat)
uh
yo

[hook: fiac]
me and bro tryna get this done (done)
anyone come and intervene
just know that we’ll get man spun (spun)
just know that we’ll get man- (h-h-huh)
how many times was i working late
and the jakes had to make man run (run)
how many times was i working late
cause i’m tryna pick up my funds (grrr)

[verse 1: fiac]
i was out pickin’ up my-
i was out pickin’ up my grub (grub)
real talk i’m tryna get a reload (reload)
on my life, had to wear them gloves (huh)
a lot of man here try to freeload (freeload)
and i’m here tryna get mine done (done)
i’m here tryna get my wha? (wha?)
i’m here tryna get mine gone
oiii (oiii)
this pack is making noise
dog so loud it make you bark
weed so strong, you’ll lose your voice
workin’ hard, don’t got no choice
makin’ pound, don’t need no coin (coin, coin)
oi, oi, oi, oi
i’ve been grindin’ out with my boys (boys)
we roll deep like we in the royce (royce)
it’s peak when we make man ghost, nah
it’s deep when we make man void, mazza
never call me a rapper rasta
gettin’ my smoke like ganja (huh)
people tryna ask these questions like
they don’t know the answers
i’ll hit ’em in the head, neck, bell- (huh)
makin’ my move like a dancer (yeah)
chat sh-t ’til they see me roll up (roll up)
i’ll get on my smoke like mamba
i’m tryna spread love like cancer
but these haters tryna see my anger
these little man ain’t seen bandos, nah
these little man ain’t been graftin’
these little man chill by nandos
these little man all be chattin’
these little man ain’t been trappin’ (p-ssies)
nah, these little man sayin’ mad tings
[hook: fiac]
me and bro tryna get this done (done)
anyone come and intervene
just know that we’ll get man spun (spun)
just know that we’ll get man- (h-h-huh)
how many times was i working late
and the jakes had to make man run (run)
how many times was i working late
cause i’m tryna pick up my funds (grrr)

[verse 2: cp]
do, do the maths, do the sums
any beat get spun
i came up outta the slums
i was ridin’ out for fun
you can’t throw dirt on my name
anythin’ i’ve rapped i’ve done
you don’t like who i became
watch out for who i become
find me a don
got bars for days, bars for months
you can get blazed like a blunt
fl!ck knife, f-ck a punch
i was in a can, fruit punch
in the studio they’re rappers
but in the station, they’re singers
big zoot in my fingers
bro chase a whip like a dinger
i’m tryna ball, i’m not a winger
but i was on the wing like bale
in the courts they remind me
they don’t wanna give me bail
[?] i go jail, turn you holy, no grail
i’m tryna win not fail let the real prevail
i’m too real
i’m too real, anytime i spit i get a wheel
i’m too real
i’m too real, anytime i spit i get a wheel
dot man down, don’t run out of breath
get cheffed, tell me how does it feel
your ting don’t press, it jams, do road on my own
still peak if i run up on man
i do what i do, stop me if you can
and i don’t give a f-ck if you’re wham
in the beef i go ham
check the cv, did it on sight, on cctv
don’t wanna beef me, you’re too neeky
it’s cp, i don’t war easy, nah

- fiac

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