Sippin On Red* Lyrics – DC The Don

How the f#ck did this sh#t get so tragic?
Rose gold this a big #ss patek
Yeah, I’m countin’ the bread while your b#tch in my bed
Hi-tech this bloody I’m sippin’ on red

Rip to the bank b#tch I’m countin’ them deads
Check my name [?] she do what I said
But you couldn’t do that on the low [?]
Rocking Jordans ain’t chasing no ho ain’t no crease

I just bless you lil’ ho I’m the pope I’m the priest
I’m in love with the bread I’m in love with the yeast
My numbers go up every time I release
And this b#tch [?] lil don from the east

Every time that n#gg# drop it decrease
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DC The Don Lyrics – Sippin On Red*

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Sippin On Red*