Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Call Me a Spartan , by - Harlem Spartans. Release date: 05.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Call Me a Spartan |
| Call me a Spartan |
| Come from Harlem |
| Baby said I’m flying like Jordan |
| Fuck 'den, shit 'den |
| Jakes on us, we got things on us, so we bark 'dem |
| KuKu mad, run from who? |
| Spartan Ku, jump out the four-door coupe |
| (SVOntheBeat) |
| Shoot-shoot |
| Man down, see the Spartans loose |
| Telling me more, cop your skengs (Get 'em) |
| 300, now 294 for the six that’s locked in pen (Free 'em) |
| No Jason Bourne, can’t cut through |
| Need I.D. |
| if you’re not from ends |
| Bae love cussing me, B |
| Jeet me or leave, get out of my bed (Get out) |
| South East, step South West |
| Shinobi men, we do drenched 'dem |
| Spartan’d off, we just henchmen |
| Where’s you goons? |
| That’s a question |
| Four-door truck, they hear engines (Engines) |
| Repercussion and vengeance |
| Sam’s are rambs are like kitchens |
| But inch your blade like your section |
| F-f-feds wanna know (Wanna know), cah the roads, we killing it (Killing it) |
| Scoreboards looking ridiculous |
| See me on the loose like Phineas (Phineas) |
| In his back, chest, neck that’s brilliant |
| Shakes from the speare like William |
| Tryna cat stack to a million |
| Grub for the cats still dishing it (Dishing it) |
| Kats, kats, kats still dishing it |
| Catch me in the trap jus' billing it (Billing it) |
| That’s L’s to the dome still winning shit (Winning) |
| Back shot, backbone, she feeling it |
| Twenty-two wounds when we digging in (Twenty-two) |
| Suttin' like the movie thriller shit (Thriller) |
| Claim that a opp got-got (Huh?) |
| Civilian, civilian, civilian (Civilian) |
| Mash house with Miz, Misch, Mash (Mash, mash) |
| Pengting brown like sauce, she covered in Mac (Mac, mac) |
| Ten toes with Blancs, two shanks like I ain’t tryna lack (That's steppin') |
| Peng one man rent for the winter, I ain’t tryna bash (No way, no way) |
| Opps on the block, Spartans rise |
| Man bring corn and swords, (Bow-bow) |
| Bop with me, KuKu killers with me |
| Harlem Spartans with me (Bop with me) |
| And Moscow, too |
| Phone up my donny OT (Bro) |
| Big man got me once |
| A meter away he got done (Ken) |
| Man been riding 'nuff |
| 'Dem man running off |
| All of 'dem chat like man |
| Feel bad for the man that chat like man |
| She thought we would’ve been gone |
| I had Julz Splash ting come long (Long) |
| JoJo had two-two, so 'dem running up with nothing long (It was nothing) |
| Look, knock, knocking on your door no trick or treat (Knock, knock) |
| It’s a trick, my G |
| Who, who step-step and den get them yutes? |
| Narcos-Narcos, man do Pablo |
| Whip up the work in two (In two, two) |
| Feds tryna move like zoo |
| Tryna throw a bird on my crew (On crew) |
| SA got 2, you can’t choose |
| Back out both on these yutes (Ching-ching) |
| Whip, whip in the trap do up kitchen that’s food (That's food, food) |
| Cooking up grub |
| Fuck, these niggas cooking up soup (Eugh) |
| Slang the crack or the black |
| Put the light and dark on the move |
| Gold and brown and cute |
| Gyal love me and I love 'dem too (Too, too) |
| Opps on me and they lost it too (Too, too) |
| I’m fucking Ku, Spartan’d off and we violent yutes (Yutes) |
| I love Whitney-Whitney and Bobby |
| Kats ring-ring and they love that too (That too) |
| And I’ll bruck back the shotty-shotty |
| The .45 and the 2's (2's, 2's) |
| Welcome to Kennington (Kennington) |
| HS, BP Respect (Respect) |
| Harlem Spartans, we vexed |
| Sparta riding round, no meds |
| Brown and leng still giving out neck (Neck) |
| Potential bae, throwing up K |
| I think I’m in love with the way they rep (Peng) |
| Bastards wearing them vests |
| Spartans, we be aiming them necks |
| Don’t, don’t forget where you rep |
| Now, Spartans out for your head (Wet, wet, wet) |
| Do that Beckham ting til it bends |
| G, G-Smarko, no meds |
| (Shoot, shoot) Til there’s no more left |
| Jump out gang, jump out gang |
| Like TSG ran on the ends (Ends) |
| Harlem, yes, Spartans, Kennington bop on deck (Deck) |
| Skid, skrr to the left |
| Run out, kick out your back and neck (Back and neck) |
| Tek' this pebs |
| Spartans bust da shots and get bread (Bread, bread) |
| Bust da shots and get bread |
| Call me a Spartan |
| Come from Harlem |
| Baby said I’m fly like Jordan |
| Fuck 'den, shit 'den |
| Jakes on us, we got things on us so we bark dem (Bark dem) |
| KuKu mad, run from who? |
| Spartan Ku, jump out the four-door Ku (Four-door Ku) |
| Shoot-shoot |
| Man down, see the Spartans loose |