Lyrics Spray Dem - Tempa T

Spray Dem

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
Hook:
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!
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 shit, I’m gonna go sick and brandish the skeng
Ring!
All 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…
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
Outro:
Nah!
Dem man’s always trying to gash da ting why the fuck they tryna gash da
ting for!
Cah man will par man, tryna come inside and do dis ting it’s a fuckin' myth!
I swear I’m gonna- Oi blud- I- (gunshots)
Don’t think it’s fucking dat!
NEXT HYPE!