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do it & dash - harlem spartans lyrics

[chorus: m10]
spartan or ku man do it and dash, man do it and dash
dem man don’t ride, dem man don’t bang
man catch ’em in traffic and crash
man do it and dash
peng one on my phone, she cattin’ for bone
i link it, i jeet and i dash
i link it, i link it, i jeet and i dash
spartan or ku man do it and dash, man do it and dash
dem man don’t ride, dem man don’t bang
man catch ’em in traffic and crash
man do it and dash
peng one on my phone, she cattin’ for bone
i link it, i jeet and i dash
i link it, i link it, i jeet and i dash

[verse 1: m10]
look, man kennington bop
man do it and what?
ramsey, dot dot, got things on the block
you can’t come to our block
man been to your block
2 man, 4 shanks, 2 man want dots
man skududu off
see corn fly past mans head
yeah, it nearly got got
look, feds want me in cuffs
real, live o drillings
ask them opps about us
my n-gg-s, dem villains
mans lurky, lurky they cut
my kuku’s winning
selection of tools got my shank on my
look, look, [?] dem opps -gunshot-
big black boy on my hip you know it stays with me
phone line rings, i’m out here skiddin’
i’m really trap giddey
look, might do up my mash
might do up his hat
just took a loss, i’m mad
i’m lang on the ‘states so i’m makin’ it back
dem man ain’t bad, dem boy just pretend
2 shanks on him he still ghosted
cid on the ends, threw the guys in the pen
more time i’m in prince so i’m posted
kuku to the ku, black prince ku to the end
i’m back, 4 man 2 bikes make 10 man dash
ask dem ’bout man
free the guys in the can
free g smarko, free loose, free sav
ty, tg, sa, free hakz, free blancs, free samurai jack
man down get drenched from my batch
anytime, anywhere, i’ll do it and won’t give a d-mn
spin spin, or a flick ting with a dot dot i’ma get that man
look, two bells in the dot, me and [?] get down that man
look, spin spin, or a flick ting with a dot dot i’ma get that man
look, two bells in the dot, me and [?] get down that man
get down that man, look, get down that man

[verse 2: bis]
bro stepped in with a silent mash
sh-t den i gotta get my own
fam, n-gg-s ain’t on my n-gg-, call your hitta, we can go
tg used to put mad work on the map
my bro got bits of both
bae bae don’t know i’m inner
gotta get dinner, gyal on hold
she thinks i’m sweet like tiller
bryson tiller, no girl no
grim reaper up in a wagon
blackmobile tryna turn man ghost
say she don’t mind my bro
like, she didn’t see him on vokes
step out the 8 man cab for the rave
that swords and skengs, you don’t know
hoodie on, yo yo yo
lock off a man, go home
do moscow march in a gilet
pull up with tg milly
where you from? now they gonna act silly
jump out gang, man hop out the wagon
bare wannabes screamin’ like women
chickens, and max needs them meals
they got jackin’, not jill
fought dem sam-swords on wheels
spartans does this for real
my splash got my back, and this corn lookin’ fat
free my bro mizormac
dem man rap ’bout this life, but i’m tellin’ you that they rap
g smarko wit’ a stick, fam, that’s my grandad
dem man rap ’bout this life, but i’m tellin’ you that they rap
g smarko wit’ a stick, fam, that’s my grandad
dem man rap ’bout this life, but i’m tellin’ you that they rap

- harlem spartans lyrics

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