like to play it round, She can really be a saint if I make a spray. [Chorus:] Hit me spray, hit me spray Hit me spray, hit me spray. [Trey Songz- Spray
tell me you need me Cos your ass is very pleasin CHORUS Girl, You've got to say it Don't spray it I want the news Not the weather Say it Don't spray
I can see? Carry me home, carry me home You old sea spray Carry me home, carry me home You old salt spray Carry me home You old sea spray Sweep me up
we say WeA?re the puppets, weA?re the puppets, weA?re the puppets, Playing jumprope WeA?re the puppets, weA?re the puppets, weA?re the puppets...Spraying
feels good To say what I want It feels good To knock things down It feels good To see the disgust in their eyes It feels good And I'm gonna go wild Spray
*Premier cuts and scratches Jeru saying "My Mind Spray" for four bars* I annihilate, as I articulate Words of power, your ryhmes are unconfounding so
same clubs Where everyone takes all the same drugs And talks about how they're so fucked up And they try to get up and dance But they're all wearing spray
And then we can drink some Ocean Spray Oh, please, stay awake And then we can drink some Ocean Spray Oh, please, stay awake And then we can drink some Ocean Spray
feels good to say what i want it feels good to knock things down it feels good to see the disgust in their eyes it feels good and i'm gonna go wild spray
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Seven-forty-seven shot straight out the sky National security global emergency Civilizations unraveled seams Bionic build titanium broken bones and X-rays Couple cans of neon spray
play, hit me spray Playin with that naked game, hit me spray, With you... you don't have to spray. Hit me spray, hit me spray Hit me spray, hit me spray
. And breakaway from the anger, oh, hoe, Just got to let it all go, But she loves me More than anyone who wouldn't lay a hand. She keeps mace spray
[Lupe] Uh Spray paint and ink pens I use To write in every color I think in To paint a picture With every rhyme that I speak in Yeah The gallery is the
I walked in the last time at the end of my street and I'll miss it 'cause I've always hated purity. And I've been huffing spray paint lately around the
as we pull into the harbor in new york today, i ask you how you're doing. you swear up and down you're ok. but i can see what's gotten into your eyes.
as we pull into the harbor in new york today, i ask you how you're doing. you swear up and down you're ok. but i can see what's gotten into your eyes
the same clubs Where everyone takes all the same drugs And talks about how they're 'so fucked up' They try to get up and dance But they're all wearing spray