12 Am In Harlem Lyrics

Niggas be talking niggas be capping

They ain't in the field nigga whats craccn

Spin the block like turn table

Hit the switch thats an automatic

Catch a opp slipping in traffic

Mad max let em have it

Gun shooting like twenty one

The streets call me vellz savage

Run up a bag i aint gonna stop

Knock a nigga out like i'm rocky

Vvs diamonds shinning so bright

On my neck I'm feeling real cocky

Spice hot tamaly she riding my dick

She calling me papi

Twenty bands in a week

Account looking hefty

These niggas can't stop me

Counting them hundreds and fifty's

I'm geeking you know its time to get busy

She hitting my line

I'm out of town

I'm in ct for the weekend

Glock singing like mariah

Have them singing to the deacon

That's your bitch she love riding this dick

And the glizzy she eating

I'm married to the game

No cuffing season

Niggas be talking

Niggas be capping

They ain't in the field

Nigga what's craccn

spin the block like turn table

Hit the switch thats an automatic

Catch a opp slipping in traffic

Mad max nigga let em have it

Gun shooting like twenty one

The streets call me vellz savage