Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bands, artist - Harlem Spartans. Date of issue: 16.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bands |
| Mash if we talking about bands, see a stack like fans |
| Fam they’re coming in mad |
| Wass, they be chatting that wass they be doing gaga till we backing that splash |
| Mad when I’m chilling with Naghz and Lats they be known to be itching out backs |
| They slide we ride and camp |
| They snap we creep on man |
| Mash if we talking about bands, see a stack like fans |
| Fam they’re coming in mad |
| Them man don’t clean, they muster the lies, that I hear on the net |
| Its foul |
| They slide, we ride and camp |
| They snap, we creep on man |
| Badman we out for necks, no bargain deal, man they taking peds |
| Darling, want a brown skin, sparta smoke green like the gardens |
| KK where my heart is |
| K where it started |
| Sometimes I forget I’m an artist |
| So enraged, put my blade where your heart is |
| Frozone so cold like the arctic |
| Free the Ku 'til the Ku start marching |
| Bait ting hop off the ped start clarting |
| Long time Spartans could of charted |
| Like why you gotta lie like that, ahk lying in the booth is retarded |
| That opps got got two different times, that player needs selling in a market |
| Pull up like boo don’t piss yourself |
| Time to put your wishes down the wishing well |
| He dashed off, nearly tripped and fell |
| Maysk never looked back, flippin hell |
| Mash if we talking about bands, see a stack like fans |
| Fam they’re coming in mad |
| Wass, they be chatting that wass they be doing gaga till we backing that splash |
| Mad when I’m chilling with Naghz and Lats they be known to be itching out backs |
| They slide we ride and camp |
| They snap we creep on man |
| No sense, spartans out for necks |
| Buck TG head chest chest wet |
| No meds, Sav move mad, see red |
| Miz with Blancs in Thames |
| Free my friends, no song gonna free my friends |
| Passion for rap gone dead, but the rap gonna feed my brothers |
| Real real niggas |
| I do it for Milly and Savage |
| JoJo and that |
| Blancs needs a MOBO and that |
| Still trap jump, all pogo and that |
| I love to say Mizzy and Lats, the cray cray twins |
| Who fair who? |
| These waps blazing skin, MizMac the loose loose twin |
| Spartans we moving sick |
| Spartans the move you prick |
| Mash if we talking about bands, see a stack like fans |
| Fam they’re coming in mad |
| Wass, they be chatting that wass they be doing gaga till we backing that splash |
| Mad when I’m chilling with Naghz and Lats they be known to be itching out backs |
| They slide we ride and camp |
| They snap we creep on man |
| I think the feds wanna know and the cats wanna know |
| The feds gotta go, still do trap ten ten get sowed |
| Still come back now the stack looks fat |
| Blancs and Miz soon home in a bit |
| Free the rest of the camp, no my camp dont sing |
| Need no feds, come dash that quick |
| 15 on the strip, now they’re gone in a bling |
| Them man they run, I click |
| These weapons sit |
| JoJo blazing at hats, don’t blink |
| Think think |
| Max insane, see me with bae, I’m wayne |
| See me with gang, my fam in the Arkham City |
| Where Mad Max loves his blicky |
| You can’t hold one from the flicky |
| Money bring me everywhere, don’t let me see you in the city |