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harlem spartans - water lyrics

[verse 1: ondrills]
spartans step out ching down opps on the floor get wet up, on a ride with 2 in the dots blacked out attire tryna get man got when i step on violence leave my phone and bring them gloves i still gotta break down this box barbies cat when they see my squad, this beef is real spartans step out aim for the k!ll me and broski hit these glides no ones in the 2 so we circled fields we can talk bout drills numerous stabbings blood been spilled get chinged in and out your chest throwback days my blade in your leg, sd get him walk creep up and then wet him my batch is full of veterans if you dont trap then you bang in my section this beef is ments 4 star 9’s and loaded skengs free all of the spartan men locked in a cage they took my friends

[verse 2: bis]
disgusting keys catting i’m plugging needles round me i’m juggin why the f#ck are they fussing what the heck was they clutching when your bro told you get bussin me and bro had them man running when we bucked his older bro running, neeks stay cussin them boy there they ain’t on nothing said they’d come and them man they bluffing they soon meet bro i ain’t rushing, hush him hush him he can’t he can’t walk where i vamp dirty cats dirty cash step on the other side like a tramp with the other side we dont rap no mash round gang i’m gripping my nank stack them bands hundred hundred pebs in that trap kenny bop the streets with a splash broski hit the boy with a mash, i can’t trust in no b#tch ?

[verse 3: sd]
push push corn in things dot dot and spins 2 hands 1 eye can’t miss do it like fetty one eye dont blink smoke in the party i bop with a limp only holds 2 so i can’t waste it he got away but his friend got chinged juice gets spilled we hardly sip run man down with the largest things still no chills this camera spins hes been got and ain’t done a thing then raps bout drills that he never did take that risk in a car no tis chill on your block i’ll slide where you live smoke on my lap got my knife on my hip i was p#ssed off when i missed that b#tch and free up the jailers 3 times i been on that wing basic and losses exercise and cleaning kits stepped out with shh on my hip chest chest shot he’s p#ssed splashed up farthers that forget them kids snap snapshot no pics

[verse 4: loski]
still out on the o show you how i splash in fields use 2 hands and blast take that chance swear i love that thrill all these darlings glance she ain’t got a chance tell her now slow down trill opps get splash for fun dont be dumb hazard got smoked for real got a condo out in the countryside but i’m always in harlem flats the 4’s ain’t made no vids on the block since shh got bun and that’s facts ay gs rise that quick splash and brag it free all the splashers you know what the spartans did behind them trinks thing on my hip pray the feds pull this whip or swing and ching nuff violent things his blood gon make me slip dsquared cost 4 these armiri’s more 10 times of a hundred quid we splash of course like who wants war ima leave that wet like sink

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