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ybn nahmir - militant كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
got a lil something for that ass baby

[verse]
as soon as i walk into the function, get my d_ck l!cked
i see them n_ggas lookin’, i let my glock dance before i dance
if my brother tell my shooter we shoot the club up, just me and him
shot this n_gga seven times he still alive, he should’ve been dead (ayy, grrah, pow, pow, pow)
that white porsche, pull up to the trap with a big b_tch
get yo’ sh_t sn_tched, don’t take him to me n_gga go get yo chains back
bullets rain on they block, go tell ’em n_ggas get a rain cap
30 hangin’ out the .40, knock off a n_gga wave cap
hah, lil b_tch, i’m the one that got us poppin’ with this rappin’ sh_t
you can catch me in thе field, with a deal, i’m still poppin’ sh_t
you can catch me in that north with a 100k up in my pockеts b_tch
ain’t no squabbling lil’ baby, i keep a rocket
she know this rollie bussin’, but i’m feelin’ like i want the ap
with my spanish b_tch, she used to be the plug, she call me papi
hit up berry, said i bet they can’t say sh_t about the nadi’s
hit that finish line first, i couldn’t let no n_gga stop me
n_gga talking bout soul train? i get his b_tch trained
ditch the .44 n_gga, now bouncin’ out with aks
took her to the crib, she pop that pill and now she activated
i seen it in they eyes from the beginning they was f_ckin’ haters
you know i ain’t trippin’, i’m still gon’ ball like a f_ckin’ laker
the b_tch boys who want fades, i’m handin’ out tapers
he went back with that whole clip he ain’t in that pavement
militant we come through shootin’ like we in the navy
he a b_tch, he ain’t gon’ slide, he internet bangin’
i’m not that lil’ n_gga that got popped, we the real takers
i’ma step by myself that’s on the set i don’t need no favors
they know i ain’t walkin’ in that b_tch unless i got my banger
you know i’m hittin’ at any n_gga that’s trying to play me
hold on, baby, let me come in you
but it’s still f_ck the other side, we get to blowin’ they gon’ tap in
can’t show sixty_five bands? you a lil kid
b_tch what i spend in a day, probably past your rent
you still be trippin’ doin’ hits on my momma benz
it’s cool, she know what it is on my momma kid
n_gga yo momma’ll probably tell if you did a skit
b_tch we back to back, foreigns in the street and we blow her down
gang_banging h_lla water down, i’m tired of [?]
catch a dp, if the homie all on insta with his pistol out
my hg empty the mag, i told her chill out
n_gga might have to stop rappin’ it’s gettin’ real now
b_tch i swear i love that smell when we air it out
b_tch i swear i hate the neck, cause we can squirt it out
diss on that low, and then we ampin’ out yo daddy house
from the papi side, from the cherry side, we with all that
when yo’ n_gga die, rub off the paint cause he’ll do the same

- ybn nahmir

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