Militia Prada Mack (Ft. 22nd Jim)

[Chorus: Prada Mack]
Hot like [?] militia
Good with that pistol
[?] that's nothing against him
[?] my niggas, I won't go against them
[?] the bomb squad, who won't go against them?

[Verse 1: Prada Mack]
Tell him bring his palm palms, while he on the bentch, nigga
[?] she make a mess, nigga
[?] so bad, she make you undress, nigga
[?] to that bag, dirty money make me dance, nigga
We gon' finish the same way we started, hundred percent
She gave me head in the car, and that was without the tints
Can't come home without the rent, [?] straight to the money
Oh no I can't forget, [?] broke bitch acting funny
[?] hit the road, switch them [?] numbers on the [?]
I'm a fool with that bag, [?] Prada, he a wizard
I'm Harry Potter how I play with broomsticks, like it's Quititch
[?] the bitch, if she ever try [?] off my [?]
And bitch I'm blued up with all these blue hundres [?] 1's
[?] for the low low, I got coupons
I can't move none, they can't prove none
They confuse [?], [?]
I'm like the good son, I can't do wrong