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lirik lagu 300 spartans – sy ari da kid

[verse 1: derez de’shon]
it’s-it’s-it’s-it’s d-dash (squad)
i need a healthy free bag (brr)
diamonds playing freeze tag (brr)
p-ssy n-gga i bleed swag (squa)
shout to reese, i don’t f-ck with n-ggas, i’m 300
they ask where i been at? b-tch i been getting money

[chorus: sy ari da kid]
i said 300 n-ggas, 300 g’s
promoters can’t stand us, we show up 300 deep
i say it 300 times, we what the streets wanna see
feel like 300 spartans, stomping with 600 feet

[post-chorus: sy ari da kid]
squad up! squad, squad
squad up! squad, squad
squad up! squad, squad
squad up! squad, squad

[verse 2: sy ari da kid]
yeah
3-3-300 spartans, leading and marching
swimming in women, i’m sleeping with dolphins, nah
pay me no need for the bargain
laughing at broke n-ggas leasing apartments
people are talking, saying i’m tripping
i murder him, k!ll him, then pee on his coffin
barking, sy ari f-ck ’em then leave ’em
they treat him like he mr. marcus

[verse 3: translee]
mafio, ma-mafio, no patience for sloppy hoes
translee checking in, checking in like the lobby floor
i sign by the x, and get them o’s, tha-that’s a kiss
people that just don’t give a f-ck
tha-tha-tha-that’s my niche, woo

[verse 4: verse simmonds]
my n-ggas rolling ’round with a fully automatic illmatic, godd-mn it
if your b-tch get it up then you know she gotta have it
i’m on every type of drug, if you know what i mean
if you cross that line, we gon’ make that sing
too much money to be getting for you to be hating on me, that’s a b-tch trait
i’m too real, you too fake, i got two guns for that toothache

[verse 5: que]
my squad full of young n-ggas
drug dealers, thunder cats
chopper punk a n-gga like ashton kutcher
make a n-gga dip like a running back
pop up on you like a instant message
clapping sh-t, no jumping jacks
my n-ggas like me, i done made this sh-t clear
you front me a pack, i ain’t coming back (que)

[chorus: sy ari da kid]
i said 300 n-ggas, 300 g’s
promoters can’t stand us, we show up 300 deep
i say it 300 times, we what the streets wanna see
feel like 300 spartans, stomping with 600 feet

[post-chorus: sy ari da kid]
squad up! squad, squad
squad up! squad, squad
squad up! squad, squad
squad up! squad, squad

[verse 6: k camp]
dirt gang n-ggas yell squad
k camp screaming link up
300 n-ggas, that’s 300 motherf-ckers
trying to get it in by the trucks
i’m a hot young n-gga that’ll take your b-tch
too fly, i can land on a cloud
money on me, your ho on me now
too turnt and i can’t turn down, w-ssup

[verse 7: stuey rock]
see i got 300 n-ggas, that mean it’s 600 pistols
and if you run up, start talking sh-t, we gon’ let them things hit you, naw
ain’t gotta be no issue, them things gon’ let loose
them bullets get to barking and biting, pitbulls gon’ get you

[verse 8: tha joker]
i wet you like a pan handle
my whole city they ’bout the action
i light you up, la gears
i’m going in like close contractions
get the picture, emoji
i rap but i had that sack first
p-ssy n-gga don’t play with me
i am live spelled backwards

[verse 9: jose guapo]
if a n-gga want his issue, he can get it quick
know my n-ggas got them choppers, they pull up with them sticks
and his b-tch, it’s lit, now we going hard
i’ll f-ck your broad, guapo f-cking with the squad

[chorus: sy ari da kid]
i said 300 n-ggas, 300 g’s
promoters can’t stand us, we show up 300 deep
i say it 300 times, we what the streets wanna see
feel like 300 spartans, stomping with 600 feet

[post-chorus: sy ari da kid]
squad up! squad, squad
squad up! squad, squad
squad up! squad, squad
squad up! squad, squad

[verse 10: chaz gotti]
dead guys in my pockets, got me dead man walking
catch me in the club n-gga, ain’t no talking
i’m swagging with no rhythm, but i’m money walking
chaz gotti, i’ma finish what slim dunkin started

[verse 11: bodeal]
look, k!ller clan, brick squad, everybody know me (bo)
i be scr-pping n-ggas lowkey (bo), it’s that chi hitter bo d
if you want beef i got that, these n-ggas with me oc
if i nod, they popping that heat
but they don’t really need it, cold d, bo

[verse 12: bambino gold]
ran through 300 packs (money), in 300 minutes
bambino got a sack, and i love to spend it
i’m my own boss, capo, and lieutenant
great product, trap star, b-tch i’m winnin’

[verse 13: dae dae]
i’m squading up (squad), y’all n-ggas’ time is up (turn up)
stevie wonder with that chopper, b-tch i’m blind as f-ck
put them lighters in the air, one time for dunk (pedro)
dg got them applications, sign ’em up

[verse 14: doe boy]
300 n-ggas, that’s 300 triggers
y’all got 300 n-ggas, but y’all got like zero k!llers
we pull up with them pistols, my n-ggas shoot, they won’t miss him
disrespect, we gon’ k!ll him (you think i’m playing?)
pop a bean and forget him

[post-chorus: sy ari da kid]
squad up! squad, squad
squad up! squad, squad
squad up! squad, squad
squad up! squad, squad

[verse 15: scotty atl]
i took ’bout 300 dollars, built this sh-t from the ground
took ’bout 300 days, i’m trying to turn up my town
n-gga be cool, but you don’t want problems
i ain’t say a word but these ho’s gon’ flock
new a-town, and my n-gga james, sh-t real
don’t believe me, just watch

[verse 16: issa]
okay it’s fyb, pulled up 300 deep
and she say she vegan, but she could still get the meat
don’t f-ck with industry n-ggas, i f-ck with in the street n-ggas
and i need me a shrink, i’m f-cked up mentally n-gga

[verse 17: john john da don]
300 n-ggas, we 300 deep
we cut from the same cloth, so it’s like 300 mes
homie say he don’t believe, i guess he wanna see
that’s backwards, ’cause he’s a vegetable if he wanna beef

[verse 18: flyguyveto]
i said them b-tch n-ggas be hiding, but real n-ggas move in silence
got 300 k!llers, 300 pistols, better know my n-ggas be wildin’
and every one around me solid, no flawed n-ggas in my circle
stay true is the code we follow, only move if it’s ’bout them dollars

[chorus: sy ari da kid]
i said 300 n-ggas, 300 g’s
promoters can’t stand us, we show up 300 deep
i say it 300 times, we what the streets wanna see
feel like 300 spartans, stomping with 600 feet

[post-chorus: sy ari da kid]
squad up! squad, squad
squad up! squad, squad
squad up! squad, squad
squad up! squad, squad

[verse 19: offset]
no solider but i got troops
a whole bunch goons on the roof, they gon’ shoot
cut the top off the head, just like a coupe
what you wanna do? we can fight, we can shoot
sh-t get nasty, wrap ’em in the plastic
throw him in the trash, now the n-gga looking trashy
whole clique full of shooters, just like the mavericks
we don’t give a f-ck, put a n-gga in the casket

[verse 20: quavo]
extendo longer than a ruler, all my n-ggas, they shooters
place your order in bermuda, i got more keys than a computer
don’t move wrong, he might shoot ya, my team ballin’ like buddha
31 in the clip, reggie miller, put you in the lake, no timber

[verse 21: takeoff]
300 like chief keef, squad up if you want beef
i’ma tell you like the og told me
migo plugged, stay strapped in the street
when i go to war like spartans, hit ’em with the carbon
and i keep the strap like marvin the martian
gas and the glock in the glove compartment
free westside, ’til then f-ck the sergeant

[verse 22: tabius tate]
okay i’m 300, million
one more shot, free meech n-gga
rap game in a chokehold like, go to sleep n-gga
started from the bottom, now we here motherf-cker
we some real motherf-ckers, and i be hood dre
i’m tabius tate, i’m like will smith
i’m a fresh price, and i fill banks

[verse 23: zuse]
(look, look)
four-fours and big glocks, kush, c0ke, and ziplocs
young god gon’ drip drop, and big rocks, see the big watch
dope time, n-gga tick tock, flip flop, get a big shot
dumb n-gga got a waiver, flexin’ like a big shot

[verse 24: kidd kidd]
g-unit all on my back n-gga, i move weight like a fat n-gga
n o may zan n-gga, throw my set up like bad dinner
ask yo ho, i’m that n-gga, kidd kidd kidnap n-ggas
get your family bowtie’d and gift wrap with ya, merry christmas

[verse 25: nyemiah]
i don’t fall in line, i lead it, heads up, i’m so conceited
i ain’t never seen a dude that i needed
say sh-t once, and i don’t repeat it
sweden in that bm, ten stars, they can’t see in
but it ain’t no creepin’, don’t be sleepin’
supremacy 300, knee deep in

[verse 26: jacquees]
young east side n-gga jacquees
in the coupe, probably doing top speed
got your girl then she probably on her knees
she twenty-five, but i’m only nineteen
get down, get down, this young n-gga bout to blow
i can earn my stripes, so that they already know

[verse 27: jace]
chopper make it sound like compton
potato on the tip like condoms
calculator clip, they don’t want no problem
four five just like a pill, might pop ’em, uh
youngins that’ll shoot you for a hoodie
call the camera man just to get the footage
whole crew gon’ mob and i don’t mean goodie
hit him in the head and he gon’ need goodies, n-gga

[outro: flex knox]
ohhh, yes yes
you just experienced wrath of the t-tans, monsters unite
and it went down heavy, heavy, heavy, rah
(squad up)

- sy ari da kid

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