Harlem Spartans - TG Millian x YS x Blanco x LM - E'R lyrics

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Harlem Spartans - TG Millian x YS x Blanco x LM - E'R lyrics

[Intro]x2 n***as 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***as 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 piss em We could all be friends but they bro little n***a 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**h 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 teeth 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 [?] 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** 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***as 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