| I think I turned by brother to a junkie
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| Sippin' on red
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| He rich and he got money
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| Walk around like a zombie
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| Young nigga, can’t get this
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| Sippin' on red
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| I’m sippin' on red dead, 'til I’m on my deathbed (Woo, woo, woo)
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| Do I pop these meds? |
| Yeah
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| Think I got a drug fetish (Think I got a drug fetish)
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| I think I got a drug fetish, yeah
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| Roxies and I’m on 'em heavy, hey
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| It ain’t nothin' my mama can tell me (It ain’t nothin' my mama can tell me)
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| She said, «I'ma dig it up,» like oh, really? |
| Hey (I'm geeked up)
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| How many milligrams you on right now? |
| Like sixty, hey (Oh)
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| Percs gon' fill my void when I feel empty
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| Giddy-up, giddy-up
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| Nigga run 'round, caught with the nina, got a heater
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| She suckin' my dick with her hand on my heater, yeah, the nina
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| Pussy wet, hurricane Katrina, Katrina (I hear voices in my head)
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| You niggas lil' boys, you niggas got V-Bucks, V-Bucks
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| Pop me a Perc' and I float, turn to a dreamer
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| Balenciaga shawty, I don’t rock no damn Marina (This life is crazy,
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| life is crazy)
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| I think i’m getting nauseous, oh my, mama mia
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| So high in the sky, told my shorty I couldn’t reach him (Mama mia)
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| Sippin' that lean, I’m sleepin'
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| Young nigga sip that lean 'til I’m sleepin'
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| You know I’m sleepin'
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| Young nigga sip that lean 'til I’m sleepin'
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| Sleepin', young nigga sip that lean 'til I’m sleepin'
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| I turn to a demon, nigga push up…
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| I’m sippin' on red dead, 'til I’m on my deathbed (Woo, woo, woo)
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| Do I pop these meds? |
| Yeah
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| Think I got a drug fetish (I'm all the way up)
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| I think I got a drug fetish, yeah
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| Roxies and I’m on 'em heavy, hey (I got habits, ain’t goin' away)
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| It ain’t nothin' my mama can tell me (I got habits, ain’t goin' away)
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| She said, «I'ma dig it up,» like oh, really? |
| Hey
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| How many milligrams you on right now? |
| Like sixty, hey
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| Percs gon' fill my void when I feel empty
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| I mix that purple with that red, I’m sippin' red dead
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| Benji shoot at top, not legs
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| I mix the Perc' with Oxy', got me feeling like the prez' (Let's go)
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| I ain’t no emo kid, I ain’t gon' act like I’m depressed (Nah)
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| Balenciaga on my drawers, nigga, I’m a mess
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| Don’t come 'round me recording, I’ma think that you the feds (On God)
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| Thirteen hundred for the pint, yeah, expensive meds
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| When I was hittin' stains, I was up, couldn’t get no rest (For sure)
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| All this pain inside me, got me feelin' like Derez
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| 1OF1 the gang, yeah, we different from the rest
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| Gotta watch your move, it ain’t checkers, yeah, it’s chess
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| Free my brother Trap, I know you bangin' on the set (Set, set)
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| I’m sippin' on red dead, 'til I’m on my deathbed (Woo, woo, woo)
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| Do I pop these meds? |
| Yeah
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| Think I got a drug fetish
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| I think I got a drug fetish, yeah
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| Roxies and I’m on 'em heavy, hey
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| It ain’t nothin' my mama can tell me, hey
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| She said, «I'ma dig it up,» like oh, really? |
| Hey
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| How many milligrams you on right now? |
| Like sixty, hey
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| Percs gon' fill my void when I feel empty |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Red Dead , by - Yung Bans. Song from the album MISUNDERSTOOD, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп