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harlem spartans – grip and ride lyrics

[hook]
hs gaza strip
splash splash like kanye and kim
if we turn up now, weapons out
are you gonna back your goon?
harlem, dip pr-cks when they ride
ay, masked up to my eyes
harlem dis, dat, grip grip and then ride

[verse 1]
ding dong coupes
skid skrr through
i ride dot dot in the back is loose
ty driving too, free ty
creep up on yutes (boo)
see man scattering too
am, am on am in zoots, gang
screaming out harlem crew
g, g smarko too rude
the kitchen broke so he’s using a tool
harlem, harlem major money gang grew
(harlem for money, spartans for what we about)
if we turn up now, weapons out
are you gonna back your goon?
she, brown brown and she cute
darlin’ you can be a spartan too
ay, chocolate throwing up k’s
got caramels doing it too
peng, peng, peng, peng, peng, peng
bro’s inside of her mouth, while you were inside of her room
three man, four blade’s on your estate
cause sa got 2
with oboy he ku
zico with one stab too
kennington, watch where you’re riding too
trap and ride on yutes
gal, bands and violence too
im no victim, before your thinking i backed his kitchen on you

[bridge]
harlem dis, dat, grip grip and then ride
harlem dis, dat, grip grip and then ride
dip, dip pr-cks when they ride
ay, masked up to my eyes
harlem dis, dat, grip grip and then ride

[verse 2]
chocolate darlin p-sses says she like the way that i’m boppin
used to kenny bop in my collage
f-ck it, violate we get horrid
please acknowledge spartans bucked these yutes they’re not on it
fam, demonic thoughts when i’m shopping
roll, roll out lets get dropping
brown and blushing
know harlem spartans get homage
a lot of man are on nothing
badman take your hands out your pockets
trap, trap mash and get gwop in
cats dem love the food that im shotting
22 times and we got chopping
loose screaming out that i love it
b-tches screaming out to just stop it
on your block don’t get spotted, spotted
back the stuff and get popping
we stand the ground we ain’t running
fam, grip your sword and get chopping
man, need to know who they’re watching
fam, i’ll expose what i’m tucking
if mine jams then i’ll buck him
my main b-tch is my flick
my side b-tch is my stick
sa with that black blade he hear one flick and get dipped
blood drip of the dip dip
its a splash ting when we grip
it’s harlem b-tch, spartans looking all harlem-ish

- harlem spartans lyrics

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