Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Militant, artist - Dave East. Album song Karma, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.11.2017
Record label: FTD
Song language: English
Militant |
| Holiday Season |
| Yeah |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Yeah |
| It’s holiday season, bitch |
| Uh |
| 3 pills in my body got me noddin' off |
| Really think I’m out this world |
| Got a condom on but she begging me to take it off |
| Probably coming out your girl |
| 1942 mixed it with the Clicquot and I’ma probably hurl |
| Lot of weight |
| Told the plug I could lift it with my arms, I just gotta curl |
| I’m killing everything, ain’t got a girl |
| Niggas codeine feignin' |
| They run out to sell |
| We had sour diesel by the barrel |
| Nowadays get it up in the Panamera (skurr) |
| I played the block with the demons |
| Where you could get shot for no reason |
| I grew up plottin' and scheming |
| Now I drop the top on the beamer |
| My bitch ain’t got her no visa |
| But I know her pops get it cheaper (I know) |
| I kick it like soccer, no Fifa (I kick it) |
| Just watching for robbers and Keishas |
| Cuzo play the block with the tweakers |
| 100 grams in his pocket, get a slice got me some pizza |
| Took the foreign top down like it’s Caesar |
| Pussy good, but homie, I wouldn’t keep her |
| Talkin' 'bout money I gettin' it |
| Talkin' 'bout foreigns, I’m whippin' 'em |
| That shit make 'em look at you different |
| Havin' fun, bitch, I feel like a kid again |
| Lately, I’ve been close with Benjamin |
| With no camo on us we militant |
| Cameras stay on us, we killing shit |
| I woke up and went to the dealership |
| That’s not my girl, I’m just hittin' it |
| Cannot be friends with no benefits |
| I used to trap out them tenements |
| That Cuban lookin' Dominican |
| Lately, I’ve been close with Benjamin |
| Seats in a foreign, it’s cinnamon |
| Not guilty, they know I’m not innocent |
| Lately, I’ve been close with Benjamin |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Currently, I’ve just been stacking my currency |
| I’ma need all of mine urgently |
| I told you I’m in this bitch permanently |
| Showing no courtesy, I drop the top on 'em purposely |
| Tell them fuck niggas come search for me |
| Yeah, yeah |
| I mix my drink 'till it’s purpley |
| I keep some pints for emergencies, yeah |
| Whenever you playin' my shit, how to go get it is what you gon' learn from me |
| (what you gon' learn) |
| Money, the root of all evil, and nigga, that’s just what it’s turning me |
| When I’m creeping through the city, no foreign, I tell 'em suburban me |
| I got that pack on me certainly, nigga |
| I had your back 'till you turned on me, nigga |
| Whenever we come out, I’m liable to dumb out when I’m with the guyzas (yeah, |
| yeah) |
| But if I’m moving doley, then the tooly on me, I ain’t with the surprises (yeah, |
| yeah) |
| Yeah, I’m still cool with the service |
| All of the workers and all the suppliers (yeah, yeah) |
| I cruise in the coupe and that bitch bulletproof from the roof to the tires |
| Talkin' 'bout money I gettin' it |
| Talkin' 'bout foreigns, I’m whippin' 'em |
| That shit make 'em look at you different |
| Havin' fun, bitch, I feel like a kid again |
| Lately, I’ve been close with Benjamin |
| With all camo on us we militant |
| Cameras stay on us, we killing shit |
| I woke up and went to the dealership |
| That’s not my gun, I’m just hittin' it |
| Can I be friends with no benefits |
| I used to trap out them tenements |
| That Cuban lookin' Dominican |
| Lately, I’ve been close with Benjamin |
| C’s in a foreign, it’s cinnamon |
| Not guilty, they know I’m not innocent |
| Lately, I’ve been close with Benjamin |