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spring.
Baby boy feel it, tonight am freeky.
Me body me go roll it like de waist got spring.

Mi ah gun, mi gatta a gun gun gun.
If she let me touch it, mi

hold out
Everybody's watching, don't look now
Spring Sword Chatter gotta stick to your guns
Don't look down you gotta hold out
Everybody's watching,

bitch I speed
Count me in, try Poly off, we gon rendezvous 
They be my slime, be like spring (gun noises) allergies
WOAH! WOAH! WOAH!, YEAH! YEAH
WOAH!

Swallow
Swallow the light

Its like a fall into effervescent water
Spotlights are searching like spring guns unchained
Feeling no ground, just floundering

Gun to the Head

The Good, the Bad & the Queen

Gun to the Head

2018

Notice here by given
The spring guns and mantraps
To be placed on these premises
So don't trespass over the line on the map
Commissioners for

get my gun
Delta Airlines here I come
I love you go get my gun
Your birthday on spring break
Make sure you be safe
Having fun out of state
Don't be

Feeling like I don't feel enough
So empty
Running springs
I gotta gun that I don't
Sling
With one eye I see the lies inside the truth
With two I

Feeling like I don't feel enough
So empty
Running springs
I gotta gun that I don't
Sling

With one eye I see the lies inside the truth
With two I

the heat of the sun

Spring is done (spring is done), the battle's been won (battle's been won)
And everyone survived the unloading of guns

Spring is

the special one, the special one
The rules don't apply when your smile's a spring-loaded gun
But you never mean to be mean

(chorus)
And you're all I need
I'm

And I promise I’ll be there next time
Driving through forests of wilting vines
Dying from drought in the spring loaded gun
Bullet shots in the distance

her, the whole platter, full course
Full court press on her, diamond baguettes on her, Rolex on her 
My stunna, my lover, autumn winter spring summer

the guns,
Smash the knives.
Smash the hatred! (John)

The spring of the gun,
Sent them back to the earth of the dirt,
But the spring,
Brings forth new birth.

Irish Spring

Ayy, my gun dirty, I'm clean. Clean. Clean
Fifty shots, I'm a green. Green. Green
I just popped me two beans bae, Sliding fast on the E-Way

Machine Gun

Anvil

Pound for Pound

1987

Evasive action and deadly peril
Fire at will
In for the kill
Kill or be killed

Shoot your machine gun
Machine gun

Spring loaded, trigger happy

Slow lane better pull over
Overseas, yeah I went over, went G.I. Joe on you weak cobras
New cadence, Reloaded
Top Gun, Spring-loaded
This one for

revolutions per minute. Seventy seven developing nations. Seventy six trombones. Seventy five springs. Seventy four guns. Seventy three lunar eclipses. Seventy

I'm sprung up like springs in my gun clip
Mixing pills up like it's fun dip
Dollar bills stacked all the way up to 100
Time clock I punched it
Lunch

thinking
To Destroy
Love is breaking
And distraught
I found a way to replace the spring
Saying goes without saying
Young Guns rinse out the cylinder
Young

funny, ain't no fun in rap

Labels just perpetuating death, you need a gun to rap
Spoiled beings, no coil springs, you need a gun to trap
No team effort

Dumb Jam

James

Millionaires [US]

1999

only acting on the right of spring

Here she comes with a gun in her hand
A look in her eyes says she don't understand
And the womb is full, what are you

can't lose my nerve my grip and slip
I wanna see the final breath of death
The spring will come and then my gun will be done
Yeah I'll come by and pick up

of a gun

In the spring of 1985
I was nine years old
Church folk pulled me aside
And this hillbilly preacher told me
Boy, your daddy died in his car last

back to you at once
This start is worth a shot

I wanna be the cord around your neck
Pull me off, there goes your head

Spring in, jump the gun
Turn her