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Red, white, and blue On the Rolls, yeah, that drop top Red, white, and blue Hit my pockets, boy, I love knots Red, white, and blue American boy, young, self-made Red, white, and blue (believe that, ay) Patriotic blood in me I'm a patriot, I move militant I believe in God and make my own choices Haters gossip on the internet But couldn't walk a mile in my Air Forces Dog, my life incredible, I'm flexin' like I'm Bruce Banner Wave your flags in the air, this the star-spangled banner Bangin' red, white, and blue, red, white, and blue Yeah, yeah, red, white and blue, red, white and blue Paint the city red, white and blue, red, white and blue Yeah, yeah, red, white and blue, red, white and blue I go so hard November 3rd, we goin' all in (all in) I hate the fact that we called it (we called it) Trump 2020, (whoo) print the money, boy, we ballin' (we ballin') NBA, Major League, NFL, all they rated down (they rated) Big Trump caught COVID-19 and shut the city down (let's go) But like an OG, he bounced back (bounced back), now Chris Wallace, big man (wassup?) Crybaby-ass little boy (lil' boy), Democrats make no noise (no noise) You try to set my man up (my man), play 45 at the debate (we'll see) Republicans don't play (don't play) that shit, I can see the hate written on your face (on your face) Bro just caught that 'rona, huh (that 'rona) Beat that dare off in a week (there you go) You still afraid to go out your momma's house (what's up?) Boy, you won't even cross the street (you're funny as fuck) Whoo, I got big drip (got big drip) Whoo, I got big clips (got big clips) Whoo, I got big drama for anyone who got loose lips I'm a patriot, I move militant I believe in God and make my own choices Haters gossip on the internet But couldn't walk a mile in my Air Forces Dog, my life incredible, I'm flexin' like I'm Bruce Banner Wave your flags in the air, this the star-spangled banner Bangin' red, white, and blue, red, white, and blue Yeah, yeah, red, white, and blue, red, white, and blue Paint the city red, white, and blue, red, white, and blue Yeah, yeah, red, white, and blue, red, white, and blue I go so hard Jumped in the game and started a wave All of the haters was calling me crazy Championship, commanding the ship Like a ranking admiral in the Navy Militant shit, live by the codes Loyalty, respect, honor, and bravery Grind like a bitch, I make a flip And watch the paper go due at 180 Recoup, then I double the profit Run up them numbers like Speedy Gonzalez Rockin' and rollin', my soldiers ridin' Legal lean, leave 'em sleepy as Biden Ha-ha-ha-ha, yeah, stay with the punk Play with my family, I'm poppin' a trunk Big homie sittin' shotgun With the 45 like he Donald Trump Presidential, I'm smokin' Obama Cultivatin' that medical ganja White boy grab the microphone Then I black out like I'm rappin' Wakanda (Ooh) we unified, peace, love, and equality I'ma do me, no apologies and express my rights to democracy I'm a patriot, I move militant I believe in God and make my own choices Haters gossip on the internet But couldn't walk a mile in my Air Forces Dog, my life incredible, I'm flexin' like I'm Bruce Banner Wave your flags in the air, this the star-spangled banner Bangin' red, white, and blue, red, white, and blue Yeah, yeah, red, white, and blue, red, white, and blue Paint the city red, white, and blue, red, white, and blue Yeah, yeah, red, white, and blue, red, white, and blue I go so hard Hey, America booming I'm voting red, ain't no way that we losing Say what I want, just blame the Constitution Screw all them pronouns, they're way too confusing What are you doing? Touch my head then get beat like Trump did 'rona I rep that red, white and blue, and we only getting stronger, ay I'm not a silent majority, Trump 2020, tell the minorities Say what I want, I don't care who report me I stay the same, I don't care who report me Say I'm a sellout because I support police Don't have a boss, ain't no way you can order me Do it for God, don't care who not supporting me Did it for Yahweh and he helped endorse me Not about money, it's about a lot more to me This is our country, the other one's sort of weak This is our future, the youth need to sort of heed You know it's to God, that's where the glory be, gang
Writer(s): Kurt Jantz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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