Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 21st Century Spartans, artist - Bis. Date of issue: 04.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
21st Century Spartans |
| 300 mad Spartans, Kennington step, then we splash some fools |
| I’m Leonidas with the sword, Mad Max tryna dish that corn |
| She like look there’s a Spartan look, one of them boys gotta be my man |
| Bout 3 v a dozen man |
| 21st century Spartan gang |
| 300 mad Spartans, Kennington step, then we splash some fools |
| I’m Leonidas with the sword, Mad Max tryna dish that corn |
| She like look there’s a Spartan look, one of them boys gotta be my man |
| Bout 3 v a dozen man |
| 21st century Spartan gang |
| 21st Century Spartans, spinners from 1912 |
| Suspect blacked out, late teens, darker than |
| Free bro, could of had him in cooks, didn’t have him in Felts |
| MizMac didn’t need no help, did it himself |
| 10kg, man press it |
| That’s a mash not weight I’m pressing |
| When you went jail, never had your bredrin |
| Now little man’s doing shows like Jetix |
| Fire on you, on you, man press it |
| The jakes they taught me a lesson |
| Thought of that bird, that shit was depression |
| Then I went court, got caught, possession |
| Buss intent |
| Beef got squashed so them man get drenched |
| Clap man with my ratchet, get renched |
| you need |
| See the verbal, the fakes I detect (chattings) |
| Shotty in the ride, Bis clenched |
| 20kg my brodie can’t bench |
| Mad |
| I’m not a bone, I won’t fetch |
| Fuck jakes, they want apprehend |
| They lower raided in feds |
| Madman now you’re talking some sense |
| Glasses, Superman or Clark Kent? |
| TSG vans, I hate it when they step |
| I hate it when they crep |
| I hate it when they sweat |
| Spartans, be the cause and effect |
| The violence infect |
| Wreak havoc on them |
| 300 mad Spartans, Kennington step, then we splash some fools |
| I’m Leonidas with the sword, Mad Max tryna dish that corn |
| She like look there’s a Spartan look, one of them boys gotta be my man |
| Bout 3 v a dozen man |
| 21st century Spartan gang |
| 300 mad Spartans, Kennington step, then we splash some fools |
| I’m Leonidas with the sword, Mad Max tryna dish that corn |
| She like look there’s a Spartan look, one of them boys gotta be my man |
| Bout 3 v a dozen man |
| 21st century Spartan gang |
| Spartan baby mish mash |
| Steady running through cash |
| Dons talking like gyally |
| We don’t talk we just splash |
| Harlem-Harlem O11, South East of that dungeon |
| Whole heart on my weapon |
| 1 love to my bros |
| 2 taps and you’re ghost |
| Free up all of my folks |
| 410 wheres that dotty? |
| 5 gyal in this lobby |
| 5, 5 brown and peng hope there’s gold ones in this rave |
| Course its Kennington that they play |
| Ride out, riding out the next day |
| Free up all of my goons Spartan Ku who is you? |
| They snitch on us before we get them |
| Watch your back do not let them |
| I think Kenningtons hotter than Wesson |
| Biscy back of the net like Beckham |
| K on the K, man rise in a second |
| Harlem repercussion come instant come on |
| I travel to just dashing blitz spriting |
| I feel like crows but the package is different |
| Mish mash trap mash its a living |
| They lovin the Harlem village |
| JoSav he an old day villain |
| You are now listening to some of the orbits realist |
| Deader than Blancs, what you mean let me bill it? |
| Who do I look like? |
| Phillip |
| If SA back that thing, might even call him willis (Bruce) |
| How they gonna chat 'bout drillings |
| They should just chat 'bout women |
| Caramel peng got me up in my feelings |
| I’m trying to get my stack to the ceiling |
| Money |
| Harlem |
| 300 mad Spartans, Kennington step, then we splash some fools |
| I’m Leonidas with the sword, Mad Max tryna dish that corn |
| She like look there’s a Spartan look, one of them boys gotta be my man |
| Bout 3 v a dozen man |
| 21st century Spartan gang |
| 300 mad Spartans, Kennington step, then we splash some fools |
| I’m Leonidas with the sword, Mad Max tryna dish that corn |
| She like look there’s a Spartan look, one of them boys gotta be my man |
| Bout 3 v a dozen man |
| 21st century Spartan gang |
| Harlem O, spartan gang |
| Violate bro and you violate man |
| Locate that sonar, change that swag |
| Tracky, bally, hoody in black |
| Rusty Glock |
| Violent dogs |
| Serious dons |
| Invading flats |
| Chasing cats |
| Making bands |
| Fuck them feds |
| They soon get slapped |
| Kennington still mash work on the map |
| Facts, run a man down with max |
| Diligent like Militants in caps |
| Kennington no medicine we mad |
| Generous, you’re irrelevant just dash |
| Skeet skeet skeet |
| I’m flipping the figures, you’re chilling with niggas |
| Go halves on dinners and talk about man |
| We the niggas that live it |
| You the niggas that rap |
| Them niggas still fibbing |
| Same niggas still ran |
| Get the spinners in dingers so chingers go ham |
| On missions we vicious so kill and attack |
| Demonically gassed and constantly mad |
| Harlem your darling wanna be gang |
| Wait your boyfriend wanna be man? |
| Trust me comfy in my jones, I’m jack |
| 300 mad Spartans, Kennington step, then we splash some fools |
| I’m Leonidas with the sword, Mad Max tryna dish that corn |
| She like look there’s a Spartan look, one of them boys gotta be my man |
| Bout 3 v a dozen man |
| 21st century Spartan gang |