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harlem spartans (zico x bis x mizormac) – harlem realist lyrics

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[hook – mizormac]

spartans realist, harlem drillers
dot .45s and spinners
samurai swords and dippers
love brown and peng
get bands from bread
run violent men
it’s kenny bop with my boy don’t judge
[verse 1 – zico]

grab the gloves and that hoodie
spartans ku on my fully
go by the name of z goodies
splash man down in them boogies
shouts to opps them man bully
man kenny bop like what’s goody
amnesia buds and that cookie
flexing far from them woogies
we splash g g and bells
mags up for them 12s
mizormac with the swords
gang gang man that’s h-ll
free the mandem in jail
put food all up on them scales
see dem man there they move sonic
got red knuckles for them tails

[hook – mizormac]

spartans realist, harlem drillers
dot .45s and spinners
samurai swords and dippers
love brown and peng
get bands from bread
run violent men
it’s kenny bop with my boy don’t judge

[verse 2 – bis]

any day is miz mash
ten toes for them slags
junkies now grandads
different kids in the cats
sa miz or macs, flash
dip them man if they lag
nags, macs ku to the max
don’t you know bro like that
me and sa smell when my man drops
should’ve got gwop
old boy kuku bop with the ting from cod
when little man beefs man comes to the ride
spartans bop and make my mans cry
got nice macs on my sides
free up super sav, that’s my guy
we don’t snitch on gangs, you liars

[hook – mizormac]

spartans realist, harlem drillers
dot .45s and spinners
samurai swords and dippers
love brown and peng
get bands from bread
run violent men
it’s kenny bop with my boy don’t judge

[verse 3 – mizormac]

man down, possessed
like the devil said meds
we was after the metal 6 in your chest
pedal pedal from feds
done mortal way with that peng
i’m on kenny lane with some vex
m, bud, nino with skengs
do ten toes on gems
we kuku before it was opps and my friends
bunny money and skengs
life is mense
he was running a duck in a duck
in a tool he just run out of breast
skengs on peds
you was shot and you would’ve been dead
i miss my friends
i felt dumb and clumsy
late off in my rims all over my bench
that glock corn as if teds
that day if i step corn
and kick out a big man’s chest
harlem spartans get bread
see d-ckheads trip up and get cheffed

[hook – mizormac]

spartans realist, harlem drillers
dot .45s and spinners
samurai swords and dippers
love brown and peng
get bands from bread
run violent men
it’s kenny bop with my boy don’t judge



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