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max valentine - nights in harlem lyrics

[verse 1: max valentine]
had the subway looking like nights in harlem (nights in harlem)
300 dots, trap like spartans (spartans)
y got washed (it’s washing it’s washing)
straight got dropped (it’s dropping it’s dropping)
i’m giving them lessons
they watching it rot (uh)
put my faith in the product (faith in the product)
had to pray to the plug (i pray and i pray)
come like religion (religion)
i’m spreading the love (i’m spreading i’m spreading)
i’m whipping my wrist in a motion (motion)
i’m cooking this food with emotion (emotion)
no plate when i serve (serve)
think i might make me a swerve (swerve)
hafala sleep in the trap (trap)
then i woke up on a corner (corner)
kitchen with pots and the pans (the pans)
steam got it hot like a sauna (sauna)
lou did the drum like a band (band)
leave with the goods in his hand (hands)
i’m doing all of the deals (all of them)
they know i’m keeping it real (keeping it real)
switching lanes (?)
it’s all real in this house of pain (it’s all real in this house of pain)
dip dip in a the back seat
got a brick in that taxi (taxi)
i got my soldier on track (track)
he do the lap like an athlete

[hook: klayz]
aroma, police gon’ pull us over, no no
hide that revolver, 8 b-lls of that coca, yeah yeah
skrring that motor (skrr), sirens coming closer (woah woah)
put the things no solder ( bow bow)
if they act bipolar yeah yeah
cah the mandem spartans, but they trap like harlem
all the mandem spartans, but they trap like harlem (brrrr)
and the cats keep calling (brr brr), cats keep calling (yeah yeah)
screaming nights in harlem (brr brr,) i’ll be back in the morning

[verse 2: blanco]
300 men minus 10 thats 290 (nine o)
red tape zone, skyline heli like ufo
take mans o’s, take mans jawns, take mans hoes
cah i bring them all back, ratchet and skank, i don’t need those
(?)
girl come tru and i explode (raaah)
2 phone calls put that one on hold
upsuh living free with and remote (yeah yeah)
caller i.d don’t call a unknown (raaah)
she too dead let she done composed (dead up)
took too long next week i postpone
sh-t tracksuit and i ten toes (ten)
we different, came in different (different)
still gotta write some letters to the ten in jail gotta free the villains
(free em up)
dark chocolato african queen, yeah i really like those women
(i love them)
undie’s free cast back, shout out t got ten ten vision (ten)
in jail bro still sinning (sinning)
traphouse bag and k!ll him
back, bros we mash and mish it (mash)
dumb cats give man a minute
teef my style, my flow my riddim
teef your bae, your whole your shillings (take them)
spartans rise that loads of drillings
me your thing thats loads of
you your thing that’s loads of kisses

[verse 3: mizormac]
i beef opposition and metropolitan hittas (hittas)
dominant in them dingers (skrr)
anonymous when we did it (yeah yeah)
f-ck, rebellious to this system (mmm)
they drawing out the real n-gg-s that go warring out with their siblings
war is kicking, now their snitching (yeah yeah)
snitches them will get stitches, harlem spartans still winning (gang)
i know i lost all my n-gg-s
vicious, i know that mizzy still gripping (free up)
and shout the n-gg-s in prison, h-ll i miss them, took my hittas
(miss them)
no manners ride on christmas (ride on christmas)
f-ck about it’s condition (gang)
repercussions on missions
stay kenny stepping with any weapon we scary bruddas we hittas
(hittas)
done maddest things to these n-gg-rs (mad)
no matter what they still fibbing (chatty)
still spartan fishing, target ripping, harlem villain (man down)
guarded targets still dip him (dip him)
darling pardon no kisses (no)
them b-tches golden diggers
scream rip but they chill with his k!llers (fake b-tches)
but back to the figures
trap mash peddling packs and big dippings
flip flops to be delivering loud dinners
from caterpillars to b-tterflies, now drillers
still i was swimming, out here fishing
survive in the rivers, you drown, you ain’t with it

[hook]
aroma, police gon’ pull us over, no no
hide that revolver, 8 b-lls of that coca, yeah yeah
skrring that motor (skrr), sirens coming closer (woah woah)
put the things no solder ( bow bow)
if they act bipolar yeah yeah
all the mandem spartans, but they trap like harlem
all the mandem spartans, but they trap like harlem (brrrr)
and the cats keep calling (brr brr), cats keep calling (yeah yeah)
screaming nights in harlem (brr brr,) i’ll be back in the morning

- max valentine lyrics

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