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spartans - harlem spartans lyrics

[hook: loski & ondrills]
i love talk ‘bout my mans coffin, my auntie think that i lost it
just look at the score be honest, bro bro love opp shopping
spartans pull up this sh-t gets real, get chinged or shot by the steel
spartans pull up and man get drenched, opps dash and leave their friends

[verse 1: loski]
splash and driller, you got burst now you walk like thriller
sd or sa, mad max love shave, 3bellz my bro my jigga
take shots out the box like lingard
how you make so much drill songs and you ain’t even tapped that trigger or wet man down like river
get round on a pcx or 300 vest bro love the (?)
gyal loving my diamonds, still pon knifing’s do up your chest and liver
man must’ve thought cause i’m signed, that ima see opp and act blind
are you must be crazy, rate me, jubu’s got 3 but he should’ve got 5

[verse 2: sd]
too much ‘mm in my lungs got me thinking the f-ck did i catch these c-nts
me and sa was bored so we went out boaring and abz got touched
talk on my bros don’t do it like jazz didn’t smoke it but aim at you and your mum
f-ck it, splash man love it, see me here for loose then you know teddy brucking
they hate me cause i ain’t been touched and i splashed their friends, if it weren’t toes then we done it on peds
two man, one skeng, let’s see who gets kwenged, jojo had it everyday when he step
miss my bro everyday man vexed, they came party to shake their legs, but i back my blade then i put it in chests
caramel’s loving a driller but this brown one’s peng and her bump is bigger
(?) cause opp was a k!ller, a opp did died and his friend was a k!ller
sparkz got napped and he turned to a stripper, samurai jack gotta free mmizza
ask lv how he felt bout my chinger, dot dot o silent mop so it whispers

[verse 3: ondrills]
spartans pull up on violence, see man dash, trip and get knifed in
this dotty here it ain’t silent, sd get him, wet him down violent
all of my guys on riding, get that mop and avoid them sirens
don’t talk in your tracks you’re lying, i try smoke you and your mom be quiet
a opp got bored and shot, f-ck, the spartans did that one
we get this bread and invest in guns, dig out your chest and lungs
mad max slap that gun, see man freeze and then get bun
harlem gets these funds, my trapline blows you can work if you want

- harlem spartans lyrics

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