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Harlem Spartans - Darling Pardon lyrics

[Intro: Zico]
Not gonna lie I'm cross
Not gonna lie I'm cross
Cause they've got my friends in a box
Cause they've got my friends in a box
Not gonna lie I'm cross
Cause they've got my friends in a box
That's a lesson learned, not lost
Told them clocks don't stop
Still tryna sweep these opps
Driver stops

[Hook: Bis] x2
Everyone screaming Spartan
I don't understand you ain't a part of Harlem (gyal)
Know that we fly them Jordan, bros
No free man like Morgan
Darling Pardon, Harlem Spartans
We ain't like them, they're bastards
Splashes and mashers, 300 texts
Splash up a man, who's next

[Verse 1: Phineas]
Stepping
Man step on the block with weapons
Bellz up close, one shot get qweffing
Spartan or Ku man's repping
Bro ring on the trap and get bread in
Put K on the K's for attention
For the vengeance squad, done vengeance
I'm Phineas trap, get bands
That know man's stepped on the rave and tensions
Splash splash splash on the rave
Or bring out the smoke no questions
300 Spartans stepped on the block
Ten toes on the block with weapons
Feds locking my Gs in seconds
Still ride on the block, still stepping
How many times have my guys done wettings
No time for a boo, ay
Gyalie on me, but the Spartans rude
Bad b tryna be Spartans too
Caramel skin, got lighties too
Brown and peng she's looking all cute
Uh, uh, you say you got smoked and shoot
6 man left in the Spartan crew
5 man stepped on the block, where's you?
4 man dishing serving up food
4 on 5 but they still got chewed
2 man up still splashed that yute
1 man up, he still got 2
It's Harlem b, get paid in full
It's Harlem b, get paid in full

[Verse 2: Zico]
Not gonna lie I'm cross
Cause they put my friends in a box
That's a lesson learned, not lost
Told ‘em the clocks don't stop
Still tryna sweep these opps
Driver stops, 2 six tops they're off
Man's tryna ducking, no toss
Opps tryna get that boss
Get him gone
Hit jump out I'm gone
If we get a drop on the box that's gone
Back to the trap, generate some prof
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Tell a girl, hold this gwop
Yeah she's feelin' my song
She might as well hold this mop
She brown and cute but I might want a caramel one
Now look what the caramel's done
I don't really know about guns
Then I bought a rambo
Dishing on blood
I ain't in bish, tryna get a man bun
Soon as he steps on his mum
Sav with a cutter gotta push a man's mum
Got him like damn
Damn, what a selfish son
Run, run, run
Run out of breath, get done
Run out of breath, get done

[Verse 3: Bis]
No social don
Watch all the tweaking and snitching
Like all the social's long
Get round we're Harlem Spartans
Sams in a fuck off dotty
Free Ty yeah he banged that shotty
Dumb jakes tryna bag my squadie
Got bells on the ride, that's noddy
Still ring bells, Bellz still sinning
Opp bird, no crumbs, no pigeon
Get bread, that's thumbs and digits
Brown peng, my bro just spin it
Same with the opp, just U it
Kenny bop and just do it
Seen with your olders, your whole day ruined
Opp boys tryna get me down, yeah he blew it
Had me a honey on the run
Even made him run with his dawg
Run Forrest, run
Them man snaked us, man they suck
He said he did it for blood
Fam, who said he's rude, he's an evil dude
If I'm rolling with Latz
And I got my splash
There's how many more
Doing what we do
Jugg and bang, you know how we do
Harlem boo, get cash with my splash
No I won't lack, even though they run from man
But, there's always a but on Pusha
And I'm ready for the but and Pusha
No talk right here, I'ma teach him
It's Sparta bitch for a reason
The opps do fast the dot dot ting
It ain't long enough to reach him
But Max is Flash, and we try dash, so let him hold the thing
Dash or let him hold the thing
It jams then Spartans splash and ching
Let my niggas out of the bin
Take my niggas out of the bin

[Hook: Bis] x2
Everyone screaming Spartan
I don't understand you ain't a part of Harlem (gyal)
Know that we fly them Jordan, bros
No free man like Morgan
Darling Pardon, Harlem Spartans
We ain't like them, they're bastards
Splashes and mashers, 300 texts
Splash up a man, who's next

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