runnin

Yeah
Young Soldier
Yeah
This how I'm coming (for real)
Flow make me sick to the stummy
Now all my numbers is running (Laps)
Now all my bitches is coming
I made a K off of flipping a hundred (I did)
I see a opp and I stun him
Fuck him up and then go dummy
Fuck him up and then go wild
I give her dick and she smile (mmh-mmh)
I paint her face with my children
She looking after my child (she is)
Really I came from the jungle
She treat my dick like a vine (mmh-mmh)
Militant, look in my eye
I'm not the regular kind (Young Soldier)

I'm not your-
(Young Soldier)
I'm not your regular guy (I am not)
She didn't want me before I performed, now she tryna see me on live (mmh-mmh)
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch I'm on form and this isn't FIFA online
Fuck with a Soldier, Indeed you'll die
Militant she can't believe her eyes (oh-oh)
Heaven sent, never where evil lies
It's evident, I am a fiend for Christ (uh-huh)
Remember when I used to dream
Bout Being the guy, I guess I achieved I
Young Soldier I live my life
(Don't worry bout me)
And I live it right
Fuck on a ho and change her life
Feel like a dawg out a cage, Ight!

(I feel like a dawg, dawg) Young Soldier
(Mmh-mmh)
Yeah, This how I'm coming (for real)
Flow make me sick to the stummy
Now all my numbers is running
Now all my bitches is coming
I made a K off of flipping a hundred (I did)
I see a opp and I stun him
Fuck him up and then go dummy
Fuck him up and then go wild
I give her dick and she smile (mmh-mmh)
I paint her face with my children
She looking after my child (she is)
Really I came from the jungle
She treat my dick like a vine (mmh-mmh)
Militant, look in my eye
I'm not the regular kind (Young Soldier)

Militant Flow

Mad Mad Mad music (prod guapo6x)

Ugh
Lemme start this shit
This is a big body
You can't drive, drive, drive, drive
Bitch gimme lip and then dip
Walk outside the crib
Bitch on my dick and she slim
This is how, how, how, how

Welcome to the game
Player 1
Ready
Player 2
Ready
Press
Press
Start

Ugh
Lemme start this shit
This is a big body
You can't drive this whip
Bitch gimme lip and then dip
Walk outside the crib
Bitch on my dick and she slim
This is how I live
I walk around with a clip
This is not a film
Iron on the muh-fucking bench
This is not the gym
Spit of the muh-fucking top
Of my chilly chin
Evil ass muh-fucking thots in my residence

I walk inside of this bitch like the president
Rock hard as fuck
When I spit, I can taste cement
Brain, gimme top to my head I need Intelligence
Optometrist, Bitch I keep me a fucking lens
Huh
I'm in a fucking Benz
Yeah that's me in your fucking ends
Messing with me, that's something I don't recommended
Hi, my name Nash,
I ain't kind, Bitch I'm Kaio-Ken

Welcome to the glitch
Chris tuck the bands, two, three
Palms got the itch
I shoot my shot it's a blitz
I got aim assist
I'd skin the snake for the suit
I'm the Basilisk
Jumped off the perch, early bird
Bitch I'm fly again
Geeked off the (Whistle) What's the word?
Let me try again
She asked me if I'm single, I say "I got friends"
Pop that nana right
I might fuck again
I might fuck before the show
Head start
Where your neck end?
Let your girl fuck, ah
Brand new best friend
Chyea, ch, ch, chyea, chyea, chyea
Watch the whip go Pyoom!
Bih at my crib, FaceTime
We can't meet on zoom
This life we live, Taboo
This is not Cocoon
Seven seven seven hoes in here
I can pick and choose

Ugh
Lemme start this shit
This is a big body
You can't drive this whip
Bitch gimme lip and then dip
Walk outside the crib
Bitch on my dick and she slim
This is how I live
I walk around with a clip
This is not a film
Iron on the muh-fucking bench
This is not the gym
Spit of the muh-fucking top
Of my chilly chin
Evil ass muh-fucking thots in my residence

Lemme start this shit
Lemme start this shit
Lemme start this shit
Lemme start this shit

Press Start!

Press Start! feat. PatricKxxLee

Lyrics

Yo Herc Cut The Lights
Wuhn Shot From The Chopper


Where
Where did you go? 
Where
Where did you go? 
Where
Where did you go? 
Where
Where did you go?
Where
Where did you go? 
Where
Where did you go? 
Where
Where did you go? 
Where
Where did you go?

I went and fucked on a 10 
She went and fucked on her friend 
Both of my pockets got weights 
I put them both in the gym 
Talking my shit on a bass, nah nah
Talking my shit on a Spinz 
I got bitches on my side just like my limbs 
Might walk in this bitch all fly like I got wings 
She call me him, she call me lord coz I got rings 
She like my songs and when we fuck I make her sing 
I turn her up, I make her buss it when she bend 

She just want my bands 
Can’t fit in both hands 
Can’t fit in my pants 
Militant Young Man 
She said she can’t stand me, nah 
Here’s a one night stand 
I’m not like her man 
He got one night swag 
Feeling fly like-
Feeling fly like Pan, Peter 
Michael Jack she a bad eater 
I protect my bag, keeper 
Black and white Doomed bag, zebra
All of my niggas swag people 
You and I Yang Ying, not equal 
Fuck that nigga up once, no sequel

Where
Where did you go? 
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Where
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Zombie

iluvruesantan

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