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hood politics - harlem spartans lyrics

[verse 1 * blanco]
i ain’t nothing like move i’m a top six
won’t stop till i see boxes of toxin
i ain’t tryna be bro
all i see is smoke on the strip
no opps tryna rob him
call tg that’s a problem
t in the trap for the profit
snow trap trap more often
he’s soft in the beef like [?]
coughing, he’s gonna be there when i chop him
smoke in my lungs start coughing
let a man spar me
sk got the mash [?]
in the cab if you’re army
tryna bring the old school back like barbie
i ain’t tryna be on you
touch my bros then its beef or [?]
lying on these kicks when you see kung*fu
you’ve never seen a shotty
you’re a two plus two

[verse 2 * bis]
took another loss and now i’m yearning
bro got for [?] now its hurting
if a n*gga touch my bros then its curtin’
these n*ggas still talking wass
he ain’t learning
i’m in [?]
these n*ggas are like “really, akh?”
making a k!lling with a civilian that’s a [?]
b*tches feeling all the n*ggas
but they really whack
i’m on the [?] to my bro, f*cking silly chat
found the b*tch who is snitch appealing
you can feel me b
i don’t do feelings
i break bread with the n*ggas that i love
f*ck feds
3 my n*ggas
f*ck the judge
my n*gga [?] ain’t picking up crowns
i chase the money cuz the money been appealing
i’m on the bunny, no meds we ain’t speaking
bro move snow in the summer
he been eatin
[verse 3 * aydee]
look, i stepped outside with a mouth full of grub
no sleep on the curb
i’ve been grinding for months
up and down cah i need to be up
in my spare time i’m [?]
i need some uck
me and trapo, see so many mashes in my block
with the ratchet
no t to try and slap it
them man weren’t cutting ahead of [?]
my g in the trap
look at the [?]
that’s a rave
more time i say
i’m in the rizzler
yardy man sizzler
brudda get the picture
fisherman, fisher, fl!ck it out, fl!ck ya
that’s somebody’s sister
i skeeted on her tongue and you kissed her
i told them n*ggas “stop running from me”
cah you’re gonna make it worse for yourself
i swear that’s your bredrin [?] as well
running into shops and they’re chilling with the sh*ll

- harlem spartans lyrics

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