paroles de chanson Red Dead (feat. Slim Santana) - Yung Bans feat. Slim Santana
(I
think
I
turned
by
brother
to
a
junkie)
Sippin'
on
red
(He
rich
and
he
got
money)
(Walk
around
like
a
zombie)
Young
nigga,
gettin'
busy
Sippin'
on
red
I'm
sippin'
on
red
dead,
'til
I'm
on
my
deathbed
Do
I
pop
these
meds?
Yeah
Think
I
got
a
drug
fetish
(think
I
got
a
drug
fetish)
I
think
I
got
a
drug
fetish,
yeah
Roxy,
then
I'm
on
'em
heavy
Yeah,
it
ain't
nothin'
my
mama
can
tell
me
(it
ain't
nothin'
my
mama
can
tell
me)
She
said,
"Lil'
nigga
don't
block
out,
really"
(I'm
geeked
up)
How
many
milligrams
you
on
right
now?
Like
60
Percs
gon'
fill
my
void
when
I
feel
empty
Giddy-up,
giddy-up
Nigga
run
'round,
caught
with
the
nina,
got
a
heater
She
suckin'
my
dick
with
her
hand
on
my
heater
(yeah),
nina
Pussy
wet,
hurricane
Katrina,
Katrina
(I
hear
voices
in
my
head)
You
niggas
lil'
boys,
you
niggas
got
V-Bucks,
V-Bucks
Pop
me
a
Perc'
and
I
float,
turn
to
a
dreamer
Balenciaga
shawty,
I
don't
rock
no
damn
Marina
(this
life
is
crazy,
crazy)
I
think
I'm
getting
nauseous,
oh
my,
mama
mia
So
high
in
the
sky,
told
my
shorty
I
couldn't
reach
him
(mama
mia)
Sippin'
that
lean,
I'm
sleepin'
Young
nigga
sip
that
lean
'til
I'm
sleepin'
You
know
I'm
sleepin'
Young
nigga
sip
that
lean
'til
I'm
sleepin'
Sleepin',
young
nigga
sip
that
lean
'til
I'm
sleepin'
I
turn
to
a
demon,
nigga
push
shit
I'm
sippin'
on
red
dead,
'til
I'm
on
my
deathbed
Do
I
pop
these
meds?
Yeah
Think
I
got
a
drug
fetish
I
think
I
got
a
drug
fetish
(I'm
all
the
way
up)
I
think
I
got
a
drug
fetish,
yeah
Roxy,
then
I'm
on
'em
heavy
(I
got
habits,
ain't
goin'
away)
It
ain't
nothin'
my
mama
can
tell
me
(I
got
habits,
ain't
goin'
away)
She
said,
"Lil'
nigga
don't
block
out,
really"
How
many
milligrams
you
on
right
now?
Like
60
Percs
gon'
fill
my
void
when
I
feel
empty
I
mix
that
purple
with
that
red,
I'm
sippin'
red
dead
Benji
shoe,
the
type
not
laced
I
mix
the
perc'
with
Oxy',
got
me
feeling
like
the
prez'
(let's
go)
I
ain't
no
emo
kid,
I
ain't
gon'
act
like
I'm
depressed
Balenciaga
on
my
drawers,
nigga
I'm
a
mess
Don't
come
'round
me
recording,
I'ma
think
that
you
the
feds
Thirteen
hundred
for
the
pint,
yeah,
expensive
meds
When
I
was
hittin'
stains,
I
was
up,
couldn't
get
no
rest
All
this
pain
inside
me,
got
me
feelin'
like
Derez
1O1
the
gang,
yeah,
we
different
from
the
rest
Gotta
watch
your
move,
it
ain't
checkers,
yeah,
it's
chess
Free
my
brother
Trap,
I
know
you
bangin'
on
the
set
(set,
set)
I'm
sippin'
on
red
dead,
'til
I'm
on
my
deathbed
Do
I
pop
these
meds?
Yeah
Think
I
got
a
drug
fetish
Think
I
got
a
drug
fetish
I
think
I
got
a
drug
fetish,
yeah
Roxy,
then
I'm
on
'em
heavy
It
ain't
nothin'
my
mama
can
tell
me
She
said,
"Lil'
nigga
don't
block
out,
really"
How
many
milligrams
you
on
right
now?
Like
60
Percs
gon'
fill
my
void
when
I
feel
empty
1 Going Wild
2 SOS
3 PRADA ZOMBIE
4 100 Shells
5 Blah Blah Blah
6 SHAWTY / IN LOVE WITH ALL MY BITCHES
7 Touch The Stars
8 Going Bezurk
9 XXXTENTACION INTERLUDE
10 Ready Set Go
11 How Da Game Go
12 Hold Up
13 I Don't Even Crip
14 Red Dead (feat. Slim Santana)
15 YEAAA!
16 GANG
17 Enemies
18 Too Many Times
19 Broken Pieces
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