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harlem spartans - karma #exclusive lyrics

(chorus)
karma when they fry up man
i put money on your head like a naija man
girl throw k’s in the net but
see us in the flesh and
always get shy with man
i just put a 5 on my feet
everybody looking like ohh he a pricey man

sparta karma when they fry up man
i put money on your head like a naija man
karma when they fry up man
i put money on your head like a naija man
girl throws k’s in a net bag
girl throw k’s in the net but
see us in the flesh and
i just put a 5 on my feet
everybody looking like ohh he a pricey man
sparta karma when they fry up man
i put money on your head like a naija man

(verse 1)
spartan stepping in fashion
designer splashing hashtag i don’t slip up
pretty one way to attractive i gotta have it
i think i got my hands on a winner
loose, i turn your main man to a swimmer
trap mash nuff and them bands come quicker
she want a harlem boy (oi) cuz she heard them spartans win her
omg she pretty pretty always get shy when she see me see me
barbies are throwing up k’s and they scream free mizzi mizzi
me like where i silly silly
and b-ssi on me like a fl!cky fl!cky
aye on the other side to go fishing
mad max dun him what a pitty pitty

(chorus)
karma when they fry up man
i put money on your head like a naija man
girl throw k’s in a net bag
see us in a fresh van
always get shy with man
i just put a 5 on my feet
everybody looking like ohh he a pricey man

sparta karma when they fry up man
i put money on your head like a naija man
karma when they fry up man
i put money on your head like a naija man
girl throws k’s in a net bag
see us in a fresh van
always get shy with man
i just put a 5 on my feet
everybody looking like ohh he a pricey man
sparta karma when they fry up man
i put money on your head like a naija man

(verse 2)
yo yo bisky b
dont ask much im a risky g
risk my life my squad my team
and my team locked down cuz they risk dem years
where’s my bro fam i miss them years
spartans strong so lift them tears
years on years no stress its blessed
been a hard time fam you know we up next
splash on me cuh i can’t get bread
man said beef
who’s this fed?
cram we get round with the chingers
runner mad man max no nose get brucker
beef is supper
season season sauce get proper
wait? bro doing pretty thats women
queen yeah shes oh so sweet
i met her in the jungle sinning

- harlem spartans lyrics

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