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travis myers & juice wrld - militia كلمات أغنية

[intro: juice wrld & jamie foxx]
pi’erre, i be so subconscious ’bout my sh_t (uh)
i be startin’ over so many times (ayy, huh, uh)
i d_mn near—, i be one takin’ sh_t, all type of sh_t (b_tch, ayy, ooh)
ask bro next to you, he seen it all (ayy, b_tch, ayy, b_tch, ooh)
uh_huh, yeah, uh, uh_huh, ayy
huh, uh, uh, uh, comin’ outside (ayy, comin’ out)
comin’ out, they comin’ outside (baow, baow, baow, baow, comin’ out)
aye, pi’erre (yeah), they comin’ outside (yeah, comin’ out)
yo pi’erre, you wanna come out here?
uh, f_ck they ass up (grrah)

[chorus]
why you talkin’ sh_t if you ain’t outside? (grrah, grahh, b_tch)
.40 on my hip, shoot ya’ twice, mouth wide (grrah, grahh, b_tch)
lookin’ at your bros, like, didn’t they all die? (b_tch, yeah)
didn’t they all die? didn’t they all die? (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse]
pull up to his funeral, and shot ’em while they cried (skrtt, skrtt, grrah, grrah, grrah)
had a funeral for my relationship, she should’ve never lied (b_tch you gotta go)
fetty wap when i tote that glock, i load it, put it to his eye (grahh, grahh, grahh, uh)
make my ‘rari transform, optimus prime (skrtt, skrtt, skrtt, skrtt, skrtt)
i get what i deserve, i put my soul in this sh_t (woah, motherf_ckin’ soul)
n_ggas really thinkin’ i sold my soul in this b_tch (woah, motherf_ckin’ soul)
uh, n_ggas really thinkin’ i sold my soul for this wrist (woah, motherf_ckin’ soul)
this rollie came from hard work (woah), these n_ggas still doin’ yard work (woah)
uh, hoes everywhere, i don’t know who to pick (eeny, meeny, miny, moe)
feel like kendrick in that p_ssy, lose control in that b_tch (woah)
i talk, they listen, ball like a piston (uh_huh)
all of my n_ggas don’t f_ck with the system (uh_huh)
but they got guns like they army enlisted (uh_huh)
no limit gang, we an army of n_ggas (uh_huh)
nlmb, we a f_ckin’ militia (uh_huh)
k!ll your brothers and tie up your sister (uh_huh)
feel like i’m with the kkk today (uh_huh)
i’m finna go out and catch me a n_gga (uh_huh, yeah)
throw the body in the lake (uh)
he not really a good swimmer (b_tch)
and i’m not really good at missin’ (grrah)
headshot from a distance (grrah)
[chorus]
uh, why you talkin’ sh_t if you ain’t outside? (grrah, grahh, b_tch)
.40 on my hip, shoot ya’ twice, mouth wide (grrah, grahh, b_tch, yeah)
lookin’ at your bros, like, didn’t they all die? (b_tch, yeah)
didn’t they all die? didn’t they all die? (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 2: travis myers]
i woke up, they calling me said (i’m out side)
n_ggas don’t want no smoke (p_ssy ass n_gga you better die)
yuh, bae can you roll the window up (she open up the blinds)
666?
ap on my wrist, she gotta ap?
she gotta diamond ring, she be singing my songs?
(she know the lyrics tho)
i be singing abc and 123?
yuh, aye?
(why you talking sh_t if you ain’t outside, p_ssy ass n_gga you better die)

[chorus]
uh, why you talkin’ sh_t if you ain’t outside? (grrah, grahh, b_tch)
.40 on my hip, shoot ya’ twice, mouth wide (grrah, grahh, b_tch, yeah)
lookin’ at your bros, like, didn’t they all die? (b_tch, yeah)
didn’t they all die? didn’t they all die? (yeah, yeah, yeah)

- travis myers juice wrld

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