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letra de spit sumthin' for us - john white

[verse 1]

oh you say you can rap?
like drake or a$ap?
oh you really serious, huh? ok. good luck with that
there is millions of others like you
i knew five from my highschool
they freestyled all the time
now they all working at geico
so who the f-ck is you kiddin’?
what makes you any different?
i ain’t dissing you
i think you just got stupid ambitions
you got music i can listen to?
you doing any interviews?
i haven’t heard you spit a tune
you got something to prove? then

[chorus]
spit somethin’ for us, spit spit somethin’ for us (3x)
they thought i was playing, i had to spit somethin’ for’em
spit somethin’ for us, spit spit somethin’ for us (3x)
they thought i was playing, i had to spit somethin’ for’em

you getting paid? you got stacks?
you got a mixtape? you got tracks?
you on the road? doing shows?
how come i ain’t never heard of you before?

[verse 2]

ok, lemme introduce you to my spiritual side
the side that gets a little darker for every year that goes by
it has no favorites like orange stars
and like middle east asia, it’s torn apart
i’ve fought in wars between i and thy neighbor
drank koolaid with the cyanide flavor
and if that’s the price so i die for my savior
i’ll dive in the grave and lie in my manger
haters, do you even know why you might hate us?
my life’s on the line like i signed a d-mn waiver
and all you do is cry and whine cause i made it
cause i finally decided in my favor
to get this paper, make it stack
i wanna make a couple thou’ while i take a nap
like satan’s lap
there’s a fire under my -ss
i gotta change sh-t fast
like a tire when it gets flat
i’m sick and tired of all of this cr-p
i’m ’bout to be whoopin’ some -ss
for anybody that wanna get clapped
i’m right in front of you b-tch just ask
and when i say that i can rap
all they do is laugh
scoreboard bruh, where is all your stats?

[chorus]

[verse 3]

catch what i’m saying
i’m here to stay
and i’ll throw you out
if you in my way
it ain’t up for debate
take it or leave it
yea i’m calling you out
cause when i say it i mean it
b-tch i’m thinking of wealth
private beach in brazil
with a big b-tt b-tch look like she eating her meals
they say i need to get real
b-tch believe me i will
when you see these cool hunnids it’ll leave you with chills
i’m the king of the hill, you bobby b-tch
that’s why i made your girlfriends my bottom b-tch
i’m all over her mouth like chocolate
and now she coming back home to kiss you on the lips, so

[chorus]

[bridge]

i came up with my own style
macon ga, my hometown
p.o.p i hold it down
talk that sh-t i’ll choke you out
pen and pad i’m in the lab
whippin’ up the sickest batch
sniff this sh-t it’ll hit you fast
fiendin’ ’til you need rehab

[verse 4]

i’ma beat that -ss boy
sleepin’ -ss boy
pop a roxy, you go’n need it bad boy
lyrical -ss-ssin like i’m wilkes booth rappin’
here’s my answer
since you askin’

[chorus]

- john white

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