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Spray Dem (Explicit) - Tempa T
Lyrics by：RR
Composed by：Teddy Music
Sometimes I'm just trying to tell people nicely
But they don't want to listen
What's man supposed to do tryna push man
In the corner and that
It's dead for that
We will march in the war
See bare man will march to your door
Don't talk now should have asked me before
See bare man with masks at your door
Don't wanna see me brandish the mac
Ring off da ting leave man on the floor
You didn't see who boi'd off da ting
So you can't get us back in the war
Ring off da ting in the place
Ring off the ting at his base
Watch man jump out the window tryna start up his car
Ring off da ting at his car
Watch man fly off da car
Startin' the war was a par us man ended the war
Youse man started the bar ring off da ting from far
We've gone in the car
You tried to par me cool I'll come back later
Ring off da ting ring off da ting
Everyone knows dat I ring off da ting
Jump out the car with a mac riiiiiiiiiiing spraaaay dem
Ready
Par after par I'm parring again
Bar after bar I'm barring again
Don't wanna see man startin' again
I'm on a hype I'm starting again
Draw for the mac I'm harming your friends
Dunknow I'm disarming your leng
Come around with this same old s**t
I'm gonna go sick and brandish the skeng
Ring wll the friends in your car
Ring the whole left side of your benz
Ratata watch man jump out the car
And leave all his friends sitting around corners
In his true religion jeans and his 1 10's
Stupid he didn't know about me and his mac-10
You tried to par me cool I'll come back later
Ring off da ting ring off da ting
Everyone knows dat I ring off da ting
Jump out the car with a mac riiiiiiiiiiing spraaaay dem
Ready
Dem man can't stop phonin' my phone
Don't need to tell man leave me alone
Back out the mac and ring out ya home
Might catch your family in the dome
Hits so deep you blow marrow bone
Come against me I'm not greazin' it home
Don't wanna see feds callin' my phone
After I dun your dance on the road
Can't cut loose know that I'm road
Don't wanna see them legs done low
It's real talk it's real in the zone
Dem boys there ain't feelin' the chrome
You are not me not a human clone
Won't see him around my post code
Get pistol whipped head left in a drone
See this guy now spittin' out foam
You tried to par me cool I'll come back later
Ring off da ting ring off da ting
Everyone knows dat I ring off da ting
Jump out the car with a mac riiiiiiiiiiing spraaaay dem
Ready
Nah dem man's always trying
To gash da ting why the f**k
They tryna gash da ting for
Cah man will par man tryna come inside
And do dis ting it's a f**kin' myth
I swear I'm gonna- oi blud- I- gunshots
Don't think it's f**king dat next hype
Hype hype hype hype
Ready
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