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harlem spartans - call me loose lyrics

(hook)
mash bands and we drill
i swear we do this for real
young n-gg- got the block hot
she love me told her love k!lls
caramel she come cute
designer kicks, more than a few
young n-gg- got the block hot
my bruddas dem call me loose
my bruddas dem call me loose
my bruddas dem call me loose
young n-gg- got the block hot
my bruddas dem call me loose
my bruddas dem call me loose
my bruddas dem call me loose
young n-gg- got the block hot
my bruddas dem call me loose

(verse1)
beef me go check your mash
ahh wait go check your cash
true say that we set that trend
now they all say misch and mash
the barbies try chat like man
sh-t den, mad move or splash
free spartans, free bellz and naghz
violate who, we creep on your flat
lurk round on the other side
man do it in the day or evening
they should’ve saw it coming like that’s so raven
when we left bare man bleeding
and suttin got splashed, by sa or mack
and i don’t know which one spleeged it
the gyal too lie, say that she mine, uh uh gyal love dreaming
what you gonna do when your friend gets wet, would you stay inside or ride for dude
they know me i’m loski loose
if smarkz don’t like, i don’t like them too
two in my ting, aim up at you
two gyal, one leng, one dead and rude
don’t you get p-ssed when you catch them opps and you try do 6 but 4 go through

(verse2)
ambidextrous
with my splash, sa had extra
man down for them yutes who’s next up
can’t skip for the gyal that’s dead up
peng one get piped from leicester
and them barbies say that i’m rude
oh well boo, we’ll tell em whatever
they chat, we crash them yutes
harlem b, so the gyal come cute
tell a deadting slow down or move
if you touch bis then i touch you
spartans active, man don’t lose
if your bro phones your phone and says “lets ride”, don’t ask him why
that’s a coward ting on my life
just put them gloves on and go ride
and them barbies are tryna claim man, i don’t blame them, the kid nice
sipping belaire, getting fly
you don’t trap like brodie, you’re too lie
you ain’t ever been in the trap and your hands dem hurt cah you bruck down a 9
giuseppe stepper, baby mind where you walk cah the shoes on my feet cost 5
or more
we got bored and them man got bored
get it
please don’t talk about bands
tell them boy check the score
we put it on pause
and that trapline ring a ling like shabba and kim with knife on a 4

- harlem spartans lyrics

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