Don Q - Militant lyrics
[Intro] Holiday Season Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah It's holiday season, b**h Uh [Verse 1: Dave East] 3 pills got my body noddin' off Really think I'm out this world Had a condom on but she begging me to take it off Probably coming out your girl 1942 mixed it with the Clicquot, I'ma probably hurl Lot of weights on the plug I could lift it with my arms, I just gotta curl I'm k**ing everything, ain't got a girl n***as codeine free and they run out to sell We got sour diesel by the barrel Nowadays get it up in the Pannamera (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 b**h ain't got her no visa But I know her props get it cheaper (I know) I kick it like soccer, no Fifa (I kick it) Just watching for robbers and Keishas 'Cause I'll play the block with the tweakers 100 grams in this pocket, could've sliced up some pizzas Took the foregin top down like it's caeser p**y good, but homie, I wouldn't keep her [Hook: Dave East] Talkin' 'bout money I gettin' it Talkin' 'bout foreigns, I'm whippin' 'em That sh** make 'em look at you different Have a thot b**h, 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 k**ing sh** I woke up and went to the dealership That's not my girl, I'm just hittin' it Can I be friends with no benefits I used to trap out them tenements That Cuban look at the 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 [Verse 2: Don Q] 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 b**h permanantly Showing no courtesy, yeah I got the top on 'em purposely Tell them f** n***as 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 sh**, how to go get it what you gon' learn from me (what you gon' learn) Money, the root of all evil, and n***a, that's what it's turning me When I'm creeping through the city, no foreign, I tell 'em surban me I got that pack on me certainly, n***a I had your back 'till you turned on me, n***a Whenever we come on, I'm liable to [??] up when I'm with the guys Yeah, yeah Murder from [??], don't leave the [??] on me, I ain't with the surprise Yeah, yeah Yeah, I'm still with the service All of the workers and all the suppliers Yeah, yeah I cruise in the coupe and that b**h bulletproof from the roof to the tires [Hook: Dave East] Talkin' 'bout money I gettin' it Talkin' 'bout foreigns, I'm whippin' 'em That sh** make 'em look at you different Have a thot b**h, 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 k**ing sh** 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 [??] That Cuban look at the 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