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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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