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bands - harlem spartans - bis x zico lyrics

[hook bis]
mash if we talking about bands, see a stack like fans
fam they’re coming in mad
w-ss, they be chatting that w-ss they be doing gaga till we backing that splash
mad when i’m chilling with naghz and lats they be known to be itching out backs
they slide we ride and [?]
they snap we creep on man

[bis]
mash if we talking about bands, see a stack like fans
fam they’re coming in mad
them man don’t clean, they muster the lies, that i hear on the net
its foul
they slide, we ride and [?]
they snap, we creep on man
badman we out for necks, no bargain deal, man they taking peds

[zico]
darling, want a brown skin, sparta smoke green like the gardens
kk where my heart is
k where it started
sometimes i forget i’m an artist
[?] rage put my blade where your heart is
frozone so cold like the arctic
[?] to the ku start marching
bait ting hop off the ped start clarting
long time spartans could of charted
like why you gotta lie like that, ahk lying in the booth is r-t-rded
that opps [?] two different types, that player needs selling in a market
pull up like boo don’t p-ss yourself, time to put your wishes down the wishing well
he dashed off, nearly tripped and fell
maysk never looked back, flippin h-ll

[bis]
no sense, spartans out for necks
tg head chest chest wet
no meds, sav move mad, see red
miz with blancs in thames
free my friends, no song gonna free my friends
p-ssion for rap gone dead, but the rap gonna feed my brothers
real real n-gg-s
i do it for milly and savage
jojo and that
blancs needs a mobo and that
still trap jungle, [?] and that
i love to say mizzy and lats, the cray cray twins
[?]
these waps blazing skin, mizmac the loose loose twin
spartans we moving sick
spartans the move you pr-ck

[zico]
i think the feds wanna know and the cats wanna know
the feds gotta go, still do trap ten ten get sowed
still come back now the stack look fat
blancs and miz soon home in a bit
free the rest of the camp, no my camp dont sing
need no feds, come dash that quick
15 on the strip, now they’re gone in a bling

[bis]
them man they run, i click
these weapons sit
jojo blazing at hats, don’t blink
think think
max insane, see me with bae, i’m way
see me with gang, my fam in the arkham city
where mad max loves his [?]
you can’t hold one from the flicky
money bring me everywhere, don’t let me see you in the city

- harlem spartans bis x zico lyrics

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