Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spray Dem, artist - Tempa T. Date of issue: 21.04.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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! |