Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Harlem Realist, artist - Zico. Date of issue: 14.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Harlem Realist |
| Spartans realist |
| Harlem drillers |
| Dot 45 and spinners |
| Samurai swords and dippers |
| Love brown and peng |
| Get bands and bread |
| Round violent men |
| It’s kenny bop when man ride on gems |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Man down, 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |