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letra de pooja - spitty

[verse 1: z.a.k]
back in my days i ain’t take no chances
police come around i ain’t never put my hands up
bad friends around me that sh-t was some cancer
light in the dark i was looking for a lantern
uh yeah yeah
did what i did put myself on a mission
opportunity coming i know i can’t miss it
listened to spitty he was sharing some wisdom
brampton on the come up y’all can get with it
look at my boys how we carry the game
you ain’t rocking with me get the f-ck out my way
y’all wanna say that you madе it but didn’t
the differencе with me is i’m making a difference
for all of this music i been breaking my neck
so the day that they k!ll me and lay me to rest
you can say you was inspired since the day that we met
19 with 3 albums where’s my f-cking respect?
[verse 2: jarin alab]
yaar adichathu ganja aaru mani
vidiyathu machi sollu da dai
big dog up in this b-tch
i got a f-cking spliff
i hold it like a baby
anybody thinking that they touching this
can vaaiya pothu please
(vaaiya pothu please)
line em up for me
spitty machi go brrr on the beat
and you know me i go skrrrt on the beat
brampton boy i gotta say it loud
know they hate i gotta say it proud
lock us out we found a way around
make ’em pay up now
machi thamizhan the f-ck you playing ’bout

[chorus: spitty]
i was raised in the bs
you ain’t know you gon’ see
cause i came here to stay
stop playing with me
i was raised in the bs
you ain’t know you gon’ see
cause i came here to stay
stop playing with me
[verse 3: spitty]
back in my day we were hopping these fences
couldn’t buy much but was paying attention
back when my mind was a wreck under tension
had to hit the bottom to understand blessings
blessed, blessed
i can’t contain my dreams to a desk
smoke too much sativa to ever be stressed
got hunger for more i can’t settle for less
back back back back
back in my day i was working for minimum
studying synonyms practice delivering
now every slice from me hot and ready
used to move chops like i got a machete
used to be quiet riddled with anxiety
now i see clear ain’t no more denying me
me ‘gainst the world but i’m back with my broskis
we breaking bread burning trees living toasty

- spitty

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