REDBULL
Drink the redbull
I might get some wings
I might have to sing
Know I got the bling
Life hanging from a string
Bitch peasants, imma king
The demons imma bring
Ask why I'm too mean
My drip way too clean
Know what I mean
Envisioning Practic Romantic
Swear all the time
Like Tourette's, it's tick
The cigs make me sick
The cigs make me sick
I run from the gun
Making money way too fun
I was hiding from the sun
I was living like a nun
Might make that bro my son (alright)
Go and fuck your mum
Can never be outdone (never)
My rise has now begun (shit)
Drink the redbull
I might get some wings
I might have to sing
Know I got the bling
Life hanging from a string
Bitch peasants, imma king
The demons imma bring
Ask why I'm too mean
My drip way too clean
Know what I mean
Envisioning Practic Romantic
Swear all the time
Like Tourette's, it's tick
The cigs make me sick
The cigs make me sick
I drink the redbull
I might get some wings
I might have to sing
Know I got the bling
Life hanging from a string
Bitch peasants, imma king
The demons imma bring
Ask why I'm too mean
My drip way too clean
Know what I mean
Envisioning Practic Romantic
Swear all the time
Like Tourette's, it's tick
The cigs make me sick
The cigs make me sick
I might get some wings
I might have to sing
Know I got the bling
Life hanging from a string
Bitch peasants, imma king
The demons imma bring
Ask why I'm too mean
My drip way too clean
Know what I mean
Envisioning Practic Romantic
Swear all the time
Like Tourette's, it's tick
The cigs make me sick
The cigs make me sick
I run from the gun
Making money way too fun
I was hiding from the sun
I was living like a nun
Might make that bro my son (alright)
Go and fuck your mum
Can never be outdone (never)
My rise has now begun (shit)
Drink the redbull
I might get some wings
I might have to sing
Know I got the bling
Life hanging from a string
Bitch peasants, imma king
The demons imma bring
Ask why I'm too mean
My drip way too clean
Know what I mean
Envisioning Practic Romantic
Swear all the time
Like Tourette's, it's tick
The cigs make me sick
The cigs make me sick
I drink the redbull
I might get some wings
I might have to sing
Know I got the bling
Life hanging from a string
Bitch peasants, imma king
The demons imma bring
Ask why I'm too mean
My drip way too clean
Know what I mean
Envisioning Practic Romantic
Swear all the time
Like Tourette's, it's tick
The cigs make me sick
The cigs make me sick
Credits
Writer(s): Javan Manjoo
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