Famous Dex, Benjamin Kickz - Boomin lyrics
Famous Dex [Dexter Tiewon Gore Jr.] Chicago, Illinois.U.S.
[Famous Dex, Benjamin Kickz - Boomin lyrics]
What's up, Ben? Huh, Dexter
Huh, ha ha, Dexter y'know, Ben and Dexter
Huh, ha ha ha ooh
Mike G, you can't do this to 'em man
I fed your bitch, she a eater (Huh?)
I thought that bitch a believer (Ooh, huh)
I fed your bitch, she a eater (Huh)
I take your bitch, she a eater
I think your bitch, she an
Eater, swear they got what, huh
What's up Ben? Dexter, ouu, huh, wait
I think your bitch, she an eater, huh uh
I might just feed her the piece
Look at my diamonds, they freeze (Ouu, huh?)
Can't trust that bitch, she an eater
Now I be whippin' a bimmer
So many foreign's, I'm needin' a Visa
Took his bitch now he can't see her
I'm done with that girl I don't need her
Hop in a foreign with Ben (Huh?)
I got that money made fuckin' with friends
(Huh?) i got that money in my hands
Rich forever, swear to Hod, yeah, we win
Hop in a Mazi, no Benz mama, we did it again
You know I be stackin' them bands
Hunnit racks, got it all in my hands
Smokin' gelato, no angel dust
This nigga lame talking hella stuff
Thirty on me, you can't fuck with us
Call a bro, let's rack 'em up
All this ice on my neck cup the a tecc
Took your girl, got her wet
Let's just take her pics on a jet
I ain't steezed, but I'm blessed
Since a youngin, been fresh
Cup the and the vet
Only seventeen and I'm set
Got too much ice like a freezer
My girl's forever in
Drop top ride, two seater
That's how your girls an eater
She said you were lame, you a creeper
Blessing my song through these speakers
I'm up from sounds of sneakers
If they rap, I just donate a feature
Huh, ha ha, Dexter y'know, Ben and Dexter
Huh, ha ha ha ooh
Mike G, you can't do this to 'em man
I fed your bitch, she a eater (Huh?)
I thought that bitch a believer (Ooh, huh)
I fed your bitch, she a eater (Huh)
I take your bitch, she a eater
I think your bitch, she an
Eater, swear they got what, huh
What's up Ben? Dexter, ouu, huh, wait
I think your bitch, she an eater, huh uh
I might just feed her the piece
Look at my diamonds, they freeze (Ouu, huh?)
Can't trust that bitch, she an eater
Now I be whippin' a bimmer
So many foreign's, I'm needin' a Visa
Took his bitch now he can't see her
I'm done with that girl I don't need her
Hop in a foreign with Ben (Huh?)
I got that money made fuckin' with friends
(Huh?) i got that money in my hands
Rich forever, swear to Hod, yeah, we win
Hop in a Mazi, no Benz mama, we did it again
You know I be stackin' them bands
Hunnit racks, got it all in my hands
Smokin' gelato, no angel dust
This nigga lame talking hella stuff
Thirty on me, you can't fuck with us
Call a bro, let's rack 'em up
All this ice on my neck cup the a tecc
Took your girl, got her wet
Let's just take her pics on a jet
I ain't steezed, but I'm blessed
Since a youngin, been fresh
Cup the and the vet
Only seventeen and I'm set
Got too much ice like a freezer
My girl's forever in
Drop top ride, two seater
That's how your girls an eater
She said you were lame, you a creeper
Blessing my song through these speakers
I'm up from sounds of sneakers
If they rap, I just donate a feature