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letra de e'r - harlem spartans

[intro]x2
n-ggas say in harlem move like e’r (hs hs)
break a pack down and put my feet up (get money)
no games in the field this ain’t fifa (no games)
all these girls are mona just like lisa

n-ggas say in harlem move like e’r (hs hs)
break a pack down and put my feet up (get money)
no games in the field this ain’t fifa (no games)

[verse 1: tg millian]
roll with the dots
they be talking a lot
’till mana get chopped when i roll with the 4’s
kick off man’s door
i be kicking like horse
don’t talk bout beef
mana roll with the heat
you know i got the pole on me
like smoke on me, like smoke on me
3’jumz he had the smoke on me
so i don’t talk too much
run up to your trap
run up to the trap for the racks
man i scheme on blocks, man i scheme on blocks
real crook i’ll be seen in the cut, i’ll be seen in the cut
i’ll be seen in the works, man’ll lean and bop
man’ll lean and bop, with the dot
real talk i’ll leave man popped

[verse 2: ys (bis)]
lonely savage
miss beef but bro de backin
long trips for bro like radits
get money with my speed cashin
if he knows thats mish and mashin
dsav got the kit he kattin
5 peds boom boom they dashin
whiz whiz with k that’s mapping
but the hs doin up road and my caps go missing
in a 4 door whip getting switched on
don’t stall went p-ss em
we could all be friends but they bro little n-gga dem stress
peng ting slap off the gang she giving you pecks

[verse 3: blanco]
he’s telling me loads
about a 4 door ding and a b-tch chuck in with poles
i ain’t tryna hear so i put stop there like roads
keep ‘erring myself i’m cold on the block with bro
on the block with bro that snow
get a pack gone quick that’s crow
in the fifth lane like i’m e’r
white gold got my t–th all froze
loud amm got me eating loads
low p got you thievin’ clothes
still trying to see the queen on roads
white so white like chaozu
i got [?] notes trek 10 with bro
tgs get up close
hs gang had to drill for the sword
if you touch my bro

[verse 3: lm]
i been in your block
2 rounds and i beat off the dot (dot dot)
i make bands cah leave me some guap
yard man all over the pot
trap trap yeah i get that gone
shank shank yeah i get that don
harlem yeah you know what we’re on
3’jumz yeah you know what he’s on
3 man 3 shanks on ped
one girl give me uck till i’m dead
but f-ck dat man i’m tryna to get bread
tg on the block with a savage
blanco with the mad with the matic
if i see an opp boy fam it’s cabbage (if i see an opp boy fam its cabbage)

[outro]x2
n-ggas say in harlem move like e’r (hs hs)
break a pack down and put my feet up (get money)
no games in the field this ain’t fifa (no games)
all these girls are mona just like lisa

- harlem spartans

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