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stanwill - militant lyrics

[intro]
(yeah, real sh_ttyboyz sh_t, she gon’ f_ck ’cause the sh_ttyboyz lit) haha
yeah
okay (b_tch)
(gian carlo made the flip)

[verse]
they don’t wanna beef with us because we militant
suck it like a demon but she play it like she innocent (like she, what?)
sbdsm, b_tch, we been this sh_t
i don’t love you, baby, i just wanna split your benefits
i’ll throw some shots at his casa with my amigos
i’ll leave a b_tch where i met her, i don’t need hoes
i’ll break the money counter, blue, pink, and green pros
caught him dolo and blew the friends off his vlone
i’ll treat your baby likе i’m brian, she ain’t stewie, though (nah)
you don’t see no squarеs ’round me ‘less i throw some louis on
chop with the attachments, i can turn my call of duty on
my b_tch trippin’ ’cause my dm full of big old booty hoes
birkin or mcdonald’s, baby, show me what your head worth
tom holand, only time he tough is when he web surf
i don’t post the scams anymore ’cause i know feds lurk
i can run it up sittin’ down, f_ck some leg work
in the field, if you got that sack, we gon’ tackle that
shop until i drop, think your baby might collapse in saks
anywhere we catch him at, we attack and jack
she gon’ let me f_ck ’cause i’m in the function flashin’ racks
i like all my hoes’ snacks, you buy all your hoes snacks
went ot with pros and dz’s, you know we brought phones back
think i got the code cracked, solo full of cognac
federalies catch your baby up, i don’t know jack, haha
nah, nah, i don’t know a thing
post the pictures with them lil’ bl!ckies, you won’t blow a thing
b_tch, i ain’t on mars in this rover when i float the range
i get in the booth and talk my sh_t, b_tch, i ain’t wrote a thing
i ain’t wrote sh_t, she gon’ eat the whole d_ck
shootin’ down that way, it ain’t no vacay, it’s a road trip
they gon’ think i’m firefighting how i slide with pole quick
i be thinkin’ ’bout some pape’, i ain’t thinkin ’bout my old b_tch
n_gga, f_ck the opposite, f_ck about no consequence
turn this b_tch to gotham city how my n_ggas robbin’ sh_t
b_tch ain’t got no common sense, f_ck, then i lobbed the b_tch
flyin’ past with the amg like a rocketship
[outro]
b_tch, yeah
(sh_ttyboyz, dog sh_t militia, that’s on every song)
(yeah, b_tch)

- stanwill lyrics

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