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harlem spartans – last ones left lyrics

[verse 1: mischief]
they got the bros on lock cause of the obbos
we the last ones left
still catch me out here on i’m a solo
we the last ones left
they ain’t making money like us
i know them guys are stressed
i see them feds tryna lurk
they left all the guys all stressed
do it for the k that’s certain
no ifs, buts or maybes
my bros call me misch or misch mash
this gyals calling me baby
this sons getting smoke on the corn, tryna act for the ladies
doing p-ssy in a round 4 door
got bros in the back like bailly

[verse 2: active]
don’t move silly, i just popped out with tg milli
over ‘dere, one shank and a 9 milli
meek mill ting couple bikes cutting thru philly
not in the states man cutting thru brikky
a man know we tear up the city
niggas getting nine shank, moves like 50
or 22 in the wraith, that’s sticky
spartans stepping, immortality, war pack
remember, sa, carry around two shanks
loose had the sword in his backpack
tg four long in a hatchback
ready to clap man, ride and attack man
free all my gang fam
trap house; marilyn, emma and jackson
we smashin’, on the ends, ready for action
crashings where no one ain’t crashin’

[verse 3: zico]
pack and not panic
make ‘dem man do the mannequin
see, feds gotta dash or i’m dashing
one of these feds gotta have it
i was with bro tryna bang out
you was in a hole tryna blow that back out
i don’t wait for no hand out
ballie on, just run in and run out
tryna get that boss cah i got no olders
suttin’ like soldiers
get cooked in the beef then turn bipolar
like how many times have we rolled out?
ching ching, guts out, don’t throw up
bro caught a case cause of some donuts
now it’s jail house settings when he phones us
(jail house settings when he phones us)

[verse 4: nm]
still slang, still slang, still slang
what you know about them kits dem kat?
what do you know about the trident takin’ all the fam
cah they did so much shit for the gang
jojo, sa and sav
d1 fresh out of the can
ty too, loski loose
g’smarko, he’d be gone by tonight
trap mash stack and splash
ching man if they talkin’ w-ss
if you see miz in all black
i told man don’t do the dash
cah he’ll catch up, and then splash
splash man’s back for the chat
hella chit-chat like fans
misch mash for the fuckin’ bands
bang and slang for the fam
trust me, gang

[verse 5: bis]
spartan rage
that’s swords swinging out at your melon
or mash kicking back like tekken
take trips with double o 7
hackz he’s ku to the ends
i’m spartan for life
spartan or ku
then back to them pretty new flats
yeah we catch females fam they dash
young boss
i don’t do banking qway in traps
miz-mac finesse ‘nuff man
talking ‘bout going up o
he’ll be back with funds
they’ll get like zero
harlem o
mish-mash cash woah woah
they, still tryna bag my flow
fam, i’m tryna bag my flow

[verse 6: oso]
i don’t play them games, i lack i dash
you lack, you dash
don’t get caught by naghz max and wacked
in and out of the opp blocks
see 3s with the 4
or the 4 plus 5 that’s a 9
on the ride it’s mad
man, camp like man done
look, tryna score goals like hackz
man, tweet like bruckshot meegs
never bruck that ps
tryna qweng it at my man
olders running in loubs
bro should’ve done him like…
and qweng out his head back
qweng out the chest
qweng out what back
your young gs washed as fuck
man better duck if the 4s getting up
or the swords getting clutched it’s muad

[verse 7: shorta]
ride so violent
corn gon’ slap like mad
bet they call dad or trident
ay, all day oso trappy
man a man trap in silence
tryna do feds them too if i got it
but i ain’t running from sirens
nobody seen me running from sirens
telling gyal i don’t talk under the covers
we fuck i don’t know about lovers
real bad boy like go and get your brothers
we fucked the craziest sex
i ain’t pulling out, we gon need some rubbers
anytime man do road it’s kuku o
or some harlem others

[verse 8: oboy]
like trap, trap get bread
done told them man
add a k get knifed, get drenched
nah you don’t really wanna see naghz rise up
start slanging at heads
nah you don’t wanna see ivz catch up
start swinging at necks
nah you don’t really wanna see gface
creep up and do him again and again
no they ain’t friends, only got brothers
hand on my heart, swear on my mothers
i bang for my brothers
bro done crossed that knife
last time that you crossed it
‘bout diligent, you’re innocent
man walk in the brix, walk in the brix
man’s taking a piss, taking a piss
man just lean in your b-tch, lean in your b-tch
man can’t come to the prince, come to the prince
mek corn run with the wind, run with the wind
mek corn run with the wind, run with the wind

- harlem spartans lyrics

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