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certified - harlem spartans lyrics

[verse 1: ondrills]
do up your chest and back
step round there rambos and waps
3 2s love loaded straps
opps try run get splashed don’t lack
remember that day that yout’ tried dash
got swiped and splashed in his chest
back flip now swing it at necks
opps see me and they’re looking at death
3 8 in illegal dottys
double tap two nose from the shotty
back that tryna hit somebody
opps cut through with their one shot botty
misch mash get bread
invest in glocks and sawn off skengs
love 3 2s fill it with led
rise that mash tryna hit mans head cut through 2 man pun ped
jump off swing hit your chest next
spartans splash now everyones vexed
d-ck that gyal she’s giving good neck
splash down sav put him to rest
duck down turna he left his friend
6ix ran got poked in his leg if he never dashed he would’ve been dead
dipping my shank, hope it don’t bend
i just see amz he ran off again
he backed his shank and then he done legs spartan splash free my whole team
f-ck the feds and f-ck cid
i just see amz he ran off again
he backed his shank and then he done legs spartan splash free my whole team

[verse 2: lm]
spartans this, spartans that
how many times have i 2 man step with naghz tryna get man whacked
pull up on volts them man know what we’re on so them man dash anything crash get splashed, should’ve seen the way we got down blackz
oi mad max bang off the ting again tryna take off hats
all i hear is crash and i’m still on the ends all day with these packs
i got bare beef on my plate, my name holds weight, man don’t lack
any sign of an opp and i’ll bring out the mop 2 shots see man where’s he at
i got a brown ting from the k, pretty little face on the block
we reload waps to bang on these tw-ts, the man get splashed don’t come back
like how many times have i smashed that pack put a 4s in scores get it gone in a flash
nothing but smoke if you see me with jazz
harlem harlem home of the cats

[verse 3: splash]
the life i live real risky
fly ot i ain’t coming back home until i done up this bobby and whitney
on me if you say you’re on bisky
if you’re on opp you can hold these shots
these shots ain’t getting man tipsy
hop out the ride man don’t drive by corn getting dashed like frisbee f-ck all the opps you’re gonna get fried
if not get cheffed man don’t use fists i ain’t gonna lie
plus i’m l!cking them shots all mad them man just rap on the net and lie
bruck down a pack i’m p-ssed no scales it’s calm gotta do it by eyes brown one throwing up k’s, she can’t be bae she’s way too catty
my life when i caught that opp should’ve seen my face i was way too happy
plus i’m way too scatty, man do it main road or back street
redrum if i’m lurking with jazzy
them man dash in the field they’re pattys
14 when i chinged up my man
naghz back out the dots and fry man
dot dot no beam man drill it
feeling like loose
the way i make opps go swimming
drill it
dot dot no beam man drill it

- harlem spartans lyrics

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