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bis (harlem spartans) - streets lyrics

[intro]
+streets, say that she f+cking with me
but she f+ck with all of the neeks
bands on me, (skrt) got all of these racks on me (skrt, skrt)
3am try sink his boat
i just buzzed 2am you know

[chorus]
i’m in the streets, say that she f+cking with me (skrt, skrt)
but she f+ck with all of the neeks (neeks)
bands on me, i just come back from o
got all of these racks on me (racks)
hold up threes, like not3s (like not3s)
3am try sink his boat (3)
i just buzzed 2am you know (2)
i left the beaters in my woe (my woe)
really do road

[verse 1]
they know, they know, they know, they know how the mandem roll (they know)
ain’t worth cases, we left him snoring
them boy worth it we jump out boring (boring)
they livе lies and the sh+t’s appalling
all cah’ the man just callеd she’s falling
team’s locked up i’m all in
the field and the trap games callin’
run up on dons who’s talking, warn him
call him, we ain’t on none of that chat (none)
who’s back, who’s back?
due time mizzy or mac
and who’s this tw+t?
claiming beef he backed his skeng, fam
it never gets old, he ran
they step half of the times as man
i just turned 20, i just dodged 20 (shh)
ding dong pop down, man got shot down
risky drill but the block still hot now
pagan’s out we will never get popped down
rollin’ round (rollin’)
i’m wild i’m wild she’s golden brown
i take my shots like f+ck them cops, opps
we got white and black like my top
[chorus]
i’m in the streets, say that she f+cking with me (skrt, skrt)
but she f+ck with all of the neeks (neeks)
bands on me, i just come back from o
got all of these racks on me (racks)
hold up threes, like not3s (like not3s)
3am try sink his boat (3)
i just buzzed 2am you know (2)
i left the beaters in my woe (my woe)
really do road

[verse 2]
hottie hottie, i’m c+cky
could you handle my doggy?
i shoot the shotty off properly
we got opp gyal givin’ noddy
noddy, noddy, it’s bands on bands for them rockets
red him, red him up i won’t vomit
when it get’s blue then i’m sonic
traffickin’, what the feds think?
talkin’ ’bout conspiracies
in and out of them bandos
so they hit ’em up with a 17
back and forth like a segway, on the m+way
or mayday (m+way)
mayday mayday man got smoked like friday day+day
i was locked up with a
we was just standin’ for couple of days
life is a maze
bad b do what i says, at the end of the day it pays
at the end of the day i’m paid
switchin’ lanes
with bands, we came with skengs we trust them drills it’s l+st
[chorus]
i’m in the streets, say that she f+cking with me (skrt, skrt)
but she f+ck with all of the neeks (neeks)
bands on me, i just come back from o
got all of these racks on me (racks)
hold up threes, like not3s (like not3s)
3am try sink his boat (3)
i just buzzed 2am you know (2)
i left the beaters in my woe (my woe)
really do road

[interlude]

- bis harlem spartans lyrics

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