Lyrics:
him saying something
Mumbling something about a
Military Industrial Complex
Americans no longer fight to
Keep their shores safe
Just to keep the jobs
Roll with big poles like the military (mhm)
Roll with big poles like the military (yeah)
Roll with big poles like the military (mhm)
Like the military
Some folks are born
Made to wave the flag
Ooh
They're red
White and blue.
And when the band plays
Hail to the chief
Oh, they point the cannon
Fuck it I'm running late
So I upped and grabbed my Reebok's
The high chief
Speaks to me
But you all you hear is the beep bop
Words not meant for the weak
Big chief's in the building, homie pipe down
Middle fingers up from my hometown
From underground Chiefs to the Braves to the Briefs
Look who got my
at it is
I paid attention
Yet i can't stand at ease
Omo my mind day hot
And my blood dey freeze
The street is military where you gonna find peace
Book
To them boys in blue y’all bleed like we do.
Second Amendment Rights come strap like the Military. Protect the minds by any means necessary
(B MOR 7)
Some folks are born, made to wave the flag
Ooh, their red, white and blue
And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief"
Ooh, they point the cannon
Some folks are born, made to wave the flag
Ooh, their red, white and blue
And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief"
Ooh, they point the cannon
Some folks are born, made to wave the flag
Ooh, their red, white and blue
And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief"
Ooh, they point the cannon
Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Yeah, the red, white, and blue
When the band plays 'Hail To The Chief'
Yeah, they'll point the cannon
bitches yelling
Straight cash you niggas trash
(Prodigy)
The death of don gone boss of bosses
Chief of chief speak on me
You better be respectfully
My
Some folks are born, made to wave the flag
Oh, they're red white and blue
And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief"
Ooh, they point the cannon
Some folks are born, made to wave the flag
Ooh, they're red, white and blue
And when the band plays, "Hail To The Chief"
Ooh, they point the cannon
Some folks are born, made to wave the flag
Ooo, their red, white and blue
And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief"
Ooo, they point the cannon
Slacker, a person who shirks his work or duty
A person who evades military service in the wartime
Hehehehehe, I know one thing man
I'm gonna have
begin tonight with the US and Iran
appearing to back away at the edge of war
after the Iranian missiles strike on military bases
housing in the US
the next century. Lincoln saw the tensions in the American South steadily increasing, and decided to station military personnel around the five territories
“…We begin tonight with the US and Iran
appearing to back away at the edge of war
after the Iranian missiles strike on military bases
housing in the US
coup
To prevent a military coup
Tinubu met military leaders and shared loot
In the name of supporting security chiefs
And their families too
Like Tinubu
Some folks are born, made to wave the flag
Ooh, they're red, white and blue
And when the band plays hail to the chief
Ooh, they point the cannon
I got all dis money on me cuz i earned it
All off Servin Swervin
Keep a iron like to burn shit
I feel like chief sosa
Ima nsg dope boy
God y'all some
Blatt
Pop your shit TaV
Yeah...Yeah
Go
Go
Go
Rae Rae Son Bitch
Gang
I up fye then bang bang
I feel like Chief Keef
Bitch I eat beef
Drop a dot nigga
Some folks are born
Made to wave the flag,
Oh, they're red, whit and blue.
And when the band plays "Hail to the chief",
They point the cannon
Discuss these Chief Quartermaster military Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In