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teddy bruckshot - harlem spartans lyrics

[intro]
i’m still fishing
mad times i’ve made them go swimming
made them go swimming
beyblade ting jojo let it
jojo let it rip

[chorus]
talk on my name get touched (carry on chatting)
splash i love it, do it in public, spartan tug
all of them gyally on us (all of them cat)
and the other side bruck
whoosh pon me like teddy
don dada, teddy bruck, teddy bruck (bruckshot)
talk on my name get touched (carry on chatting)
splash i love it, do it in public, spartan tug
all of them gyally on us (all of them cat)
and the other side bruck
whoosh pon me like teddy
don dada, teddy bruck, teddy bruck (bruckshot)

[verse 1]
splash and brag, i’m still with naghz (max dun him)
get busy in the flats, spartan dem bad, pull up and crash (splash)
trap mash and them barbies cat
sa and mac free mizzy and latz
try run, we itch it in backs
5 on shoes, my kick game mad
i don’t do flickies, i step with b-ss (with b-ssy)
and ain’t none of them touch me
go opp block any day, any time, coming way too comfy
loose harlem, gyal on the other side just love me (all of them cat)
and them hoes telling hoes that they’re mine, uh uhuh, way too f-ckery
and you was doing bae and netflix, bellz about to smoke on your bredrins
and i don’t go tennessee jokeman, it was in fields when i bop, (shh)
talk bout skengs, fire off dem, i know that them utes won’t come near
splash and swim, hookers and things, i dare man approach or come near (swimming)
i’m still fishing, nuff times i’ve made them go swimming
b a double-s y, no kidding, 125 on a backroad skidding
slide around where they chilling, he weren’t worth the ting so we stripped him
gyal throw ks, wave and blow kisses
opps don’t come to ends they’re restricted (jokers)

[verse 2]
chest, chest shot you’re p-ssed
hand on my heart, tell them ute don’t slip
chat to the fed, no way, that’s dead
like, how could you chat to the pigs?
spartan almost known cah we dip
dot dot still bang out your rib
everyone talk and lie ‘pon vid
see me on field, don’t talk, get ribbed
(drip, drip, drip, drip)
beyblade ting jojo let it rip
mask on my face, gyal thought i was bis
bally on me, now my bae wan bit
sparta, karma, express my feelings and torment pr-cks
blade in my hands, my shank game sick
try do 9 but he only got 6…
hold on it was 7, stainless don’t bend like beckham
jail two time, on the wing like lennon
gg, p-ss me the ting, let me get him
(p-ss me the ting, let me get him)
come on, we do it the most
splash man down, they swim or float
i try brown bread like i burnt man’s toast
we do things that them boy don’t do
them man lie bout the scoreboard true
and if your dot dot come way too long, chop it, chop it, and bang on them utes
the other side wanted me dead, but they don”t try, oh well they lose
crash with a k, i’ll slide where you stay
talk on the bros, and you’re getting it too (chop that)
(chop that, getting it too)
(chop, chop that, you’re getting it too)
(chop chop that, getting it too)
(chop, chop that, you’re getting it too)

- harlem spartans lyrics

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