Zico (HS) - Harlem Realist lyrics

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Zico (HS) - Harlem Realist lyrics

[Hook: MizOrMac] Spartans realist Harlem drillers Dot Dot 45 and spinners Samurai swords and dippers Love brown and peng Get bands and bread Run violent men It's kenny bop when man ride on gems [Verse 1: Zico] Grab the gloves and that hoodie Spartans ku I mean fully Go by the name of zeeks boogie Splash man down and then boogie Shouts to opps them man bully Man kenny bop like what's goody Amnesia buds and that cookie We flexing far for them wookies We splash gg and bells Naghz Max with that 12 MizOrMac with the swords Gang gang man that's hell Free the mandem in jail Put food all up on them scales See dem man there they move sonic Got red knuckles for them tails [Hook: MizOrMac] Spartans realist, Harlem drillers Dot Dot 45 and spinners Samurai swords and dippers Love brown and peng Get bands and bread Run violent men It's kenny bop when man ride on gems [Verse 2: Bis] Every day's misch mash Ten toes from them slags Junkies now grandad Different kits and they cat SA MizOrMac, splash Dip them man and they lag Naghz Max, Ku to the max Don't you know bro like that Me and SA smile when my man drop Should've got gwop Old boy KuKu bop with da ting from cod Look, when beef comes man rides Spartans bop and make them man cry Got Naghz Max on my side Free up super Sav, that's my guy We don't snitch on gangs, you two lie [Hook: MizOrMac] Spartans realist, Harlem drillers Dot Dot 45 and spinners Samurai swords and dippers Love brown and peng Get bands and bread Run violent men It's kenny bop when man ride on gems [Verse 3: MizOrMac] Man down, possessed possessed Like the devil sent medals after them metals sits in your chest Pedal pedal from feds Done mortor way with that peng I'm on kenny lane with some vex M, Bud, Nino with skeng Ten toes on gems We creeped up before it was opps and it was my friends Jugg, money, money and skengs My life is ments He was running and ducking and ducking until he just ran out of breath Skengs pon peds You ain't shot then you would've been dead I miss my friends I felt dumb and clumsy Let it off in my rim just over my bench That Glock corn is intense That day if I step Corn would have kick out a big man's chest Harlem Spartans get bread See dickheads trip up drop and get cheffed [Hook: MizOrMac] x2 Spartans realist, Harlem drillers Dot Dot 45 and spinners Samurai swords and dippers Love brown and peng Get bands and bread Run violent men It's kenny bop when man ride on gems