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rob apollo & tilla giovanni - militant lyrics

[pre+chorus]
i’m in la crashing out again
she wan’ be way more than friend
baby i can’t be your man
im in la off the juice and gin
if he try and test my twin
we a check a n+gga chin

[chorus]
she know that i’m pretty
she know that i’m rich
she know that i’m liable to f+ck a n+gga b+tch
she know that im city
she know that im sick
she know that im with the gang and sh+t get militant

[verse 1: rob apollo]
uhh, bruiser, i’m k!llin the cooter
she pop out, square in her mouth
like she givin head to a loser
forgot to study for this b+tch
i’m a lil nervous to do her
i’m good with the dorks, good with the gays
baby i’m good with the shooters
let’s make a movie, ryan coogler
let’s make a movie, freddy kruger
i’m in the j crew bathroom f+ckin on a boomer
i better never a lose her
i can’t switch on anything
pull up at the club with all my n+ggas
drop a wedding ring
it’s an open carry state
we got sh+t that carry fait
don’t think i can pull out
from the way she carry cake
poke her in a full house see me with a mary kate
doctor umar not a doctor pop out on a dairy date

[chorus: rob apollo]
she know that i’m pretty
she know that i’m rich
she know that i’m liable to f+ck a n+gga b+tch
she know that im city
she know that im sick
she know that im with the gang and sh+t get militant

{verse 2: tilla giovanni]
she know that i’m pretty
she know that i’m cold
she know i just wanna stack my riches
give a f+ck about a hoe
she know that i’m ready to pop in the spot
grippin’ on my pole
she know that i’ll die for this sh+t
i’m ready to go (brrr)
in my bag now
matching tattoos with my hoe
you wasn’t there when i wasn’t sh+t
that’s why the b+tch wanna munch now
doin’ this sh+t since a kid
i been rich since a jit like bow wow
checkin my stacks
all the b+tch had to say was, “oh wow”
used to smoke strong now+
ooh ooh ahh
used to smoke strong got snow now
got white girl with me like hoe down
got bobby and whitney and james brown
shoutout my demon he keepin’ the trap boomin’
even when i’m out of town
and shoutout my main hoe
i’m the king of the trap
she gone get the crown
uhh, brought the k to the d
no durant even when the sun don’t shine my phone ring
with my b+tch sippin’ opioid liquid form
yea i’m sippin’ codeine
yea the b+tch real bad
but the b+tch too mean (meeeaaaaannn)
poppin’ out big sticks got a big whip od like fentanyl
my gang really traumatized
i’ll shoot myself like cheddar bob
i’m an artist first, i’ll paint her face like bob ross
look in my eyes lil’ b+tch
you couldn’t afford what this pain costs
[chorus: tilla giovanni]
she know that i’m pretty
she know that i’m rich
she know that i’m liable to f+ck a different b+tch
she know that im city
she know that im sick
she know that im with the gang and sh+t get militant

- rob apollo tilla giovanni lyrics

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