Lyrics Dave East – Militant

Holiday Season
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It’s holiday season, bitch
Uh

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 killing everything, ain’t got a girl
Niggas 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 bitch 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
Pussy good, but homie, I wouldn’t keep her

Talkin’ ’bout money I gettin’ it
Talkin’ ’bout foreigns, I’m whippin’ ’em

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 bitch permanantly
Showing no courtesy, yeah I got the top on ’em purposely
Tell them fuck niggas 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 shit, how to go get it what you gon’ learn from me (what you gon’ learn)
Money, the root of all evil, and nigga, 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, nigga
I had your back ’till you turned on me, nigga
Whenever we come on, I’m liable to
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up when I’m with the guys
Yeah, yeah
Murder from
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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 bitch bulletproof from the roof to the tires

Dave East:
Talkin’ ’bout money I gettin’ it
Talkin’ ’bout foreigns, I’m whippin’ ’em
That shit make ’em look at you different
Have a thot bitch, 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 killing shit
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
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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