John Blu - Cologne Feat. Twista

Lyrics to Cologne Feat. Twista by John Blu

Every time I spray on my cologne, spray on my cologne Spray on my cologne, spray on my cologne She be like, boy, what you got on? Boy, what you got on? Boy, what you got on? Boy, what you got on? Is it that Gucci, Versace that Issey Miyake? Spray my neck once, wrist twice, then my body Get that Prada, Giovanni that Usher, Armani I spray my neck once, wrist twice, when I put on my cologne Could it be the one of five senses That's got all of them girls trippin'? 'Cause every time I spray on a little bit of cologne Them girls be actin' different See, first I bathe then I spray, they don't know how to behave They be diggin' me like graves, tryin' to grease me up like waves And they know my songs like Trey but for you that's rare like steaks So I'm pumpin' 'em like brakes and you cuffin' 'em like Jakes Now fix your face, now fix your face, homeboy, fix your face Fix your face, fix your face, homeboy, fix your face Every time I spray on my cologne, spray on my cologne Spray on my cologne, spray on my cologne She be like, boy, what you got on? Boy, what you got on? Boy, what you got on? Boy, what you got on? Is it that Gucci, Versace that Issey Miyake? Spray my neck once, wrist twice, then my body Get that Prada, Giovanni that Usher, Armani I spray my neck once, wrist twice, when I put on my cologne Got me smellin' like I'm rich when I spray on Issey Miyake Jean Paul made her wanna lick my body Thought I was a shit when she took a whiff and she said, "What you got on, Twista?" I ain't even finna to tell you 'cause you ain't finna to go and try to buy none for that nigga She saw my gear, my teeth, my watch My swag, my charm, my chain, my drop (The coupe) Even though I'm on, none of these things got her gone She didn't really wanna hear nothin' that I was talkin' 'bout until I sprayed on my cologne Fix your face, homeboy, fix your face Fix your face, yeah Every time I spray on my cologne, spray on my cologne Spray on my cologne, spray on my cologne She be like, boy, what you got on? Boy, what you got on? Boy, what you got on? Boy, what you got on? Girls be like I seen Gucci at Lenox smellin' like a kush lab Reefer in my true religion, tell the truth you look sad Gucci's my cologne but I might put on that creed I shoulda brought a stick to keep these girls from rushing me And I smell just like success, you got on that envy I be on that Wall Street, I be all in Zone 3 They be wanna smell me, wanna exhale me Boyfriend fear her need to fix this hoochie New cologne on my '74, candy paint me Think she got a fetish, baby, like to spend that money And I'm ballin' like an athlete, don't play on Sunday Ice cream piece of half a mil, ain't it tasty? Gucci Every time I put it on, put it on, put it on She lovin' my cologne, my cologne, my cologne Every time I spray it on, spray it on, spray it on She lovin' my cologne, my cologne, my cologne Every time I spray on my cologne, spray on my cologne Spray on my cologne, spray on my cologne She be like, boy, what you got on? Boy, what you got on? Boy, what you got on? Boy, what you got on? Is it that Gucci, Versace that Issey Miyake? Spray my neck once, wrist twice, then my body Every time I spray on my cologne, spray on my cologne Spray on my cologne, spray on my cologne She be like, boy, what you got on? Boy, what you got on?