Famous Dex, Black Jezuss - Broke lyrics
Famous Dex [Dexter Tiewon Gore Jr.] Chicago, Illinois.U.S.
[Famous Dex, Black Jezuss - Broke lyrics]
Coke, what, yeah, huh and my niggas off, huh
And my niggas cutthroat, huh, yeah, huh
Remember them days I was broke
People was callin' me dirty, huh
I was trappin', I was servin'
Run up on me, swear to god I ain't worried
Huh i get that money, ain't worried, huh
30 on me like I'm Curry, huh
30 on me like I'm Curry
Run up on me, put it right to your jersey
Remember them days I was broke
People was callin' me dirty, huh
I was trappin', I was servin' (whoa)
Run up on me, swear to god I ain't worried
Huh (yeah, Dexter)
I get that money, ain't worried, huh
(yeah, Dexter)
30 on me like I'm Curry, huh (yeah, Dexter)
30 on me like I'm Curry (uh whoa)
Run up on me, put it right to your jersey
(oh man god damn)
Remember them days I was broke
I was trappin', had to get it
I was doin' it without permission
Run up on me, put it right in your fitted
I fuck his bitch, now she missin'
I fuck his bitch, we ain't kiddin'
All these niggas tryna diss me
I get the guap, yeah I get the digit's
I'm from the Chi, it ain't safe, huh
I got a Glock with no safe
Run up on me, I'ma spray
Run up on me, shoot you right in yo' face
Uh what, yeah over east with my thugs
Yeah, what, I'm in Cali, yeah I got the plug
Remember them days I was broke
People was callin' me dirty, huh
I was trappin', I was servin'
Run up on me, swear to god I ain't worried
Huh i get that money, ain't worried, huh
30 on me like I'm Curry, huh
30 on me like I'm Curry
Run up on me, put it right to your jersey
Remember them days I was broke
People was callin' me dirty, huh
I was trappin', I was servin'
Run up on me, swear to god I ain't worried
Huh i get that money, ain't worried, huh
30 on me like I'm Curry, huh
30 on me like I'm Curry
Run up on me, put it right to your jersey
Used to be so broke
And no I ain't goin' back
Just copped a fifty pack
Outta state sendin' that
Doin' that, doin' that, doin' that
Doin' that like why is you doin' that?
My 40 I'm blowin' that (blaow)
Pull up with foreign whips (skrrt)
No talkin', that's sealed lips
My outfit, I killed that
Like Bibby I kill shit
Yo' bitch let me kill that
I used to be regular
But now I'm not regular (no)
They callin' me hood rich (rich)
Shout out bro Hoodrich (Pablo)
I'm used to this hood shit
My diamonds like blaowie (blaow)
I just bought a Audi (skrrt)
Fuck 'em who doubt me you niggas so regular
I hit 'em, run 'em up (brrt)
He drippy like Famous Dex (Dex)
And shout out bro Famous Dex (Dex)
These diamonds all on my neck jezuss
Remember them days I was broke
People was callin' me dirty, huh
I was trappin', I was servin'
Run up on me, swear to god I ain't worried
Huh i get that money, ain't worried, huh
30 on me like I'm Curry, huh
30 on me like I'm Curry
Run up on me, put it right to your jersey
Remember them days I was broke
People was callin' me dirty, huh
I was trappin', I was servin'
Run up on me, swear to god I ain't worried
Huh i get that money, ain't worried, huh
30 on me like I'm Curry, huh
30 on me like I'm Curry
Run up on me, put it right to your jersey
Dexter (blaow) , Dexter, Dexter (skrrt)
Remember them days I was broke (brrt)
Fuck your lil' bitch, and
I'm servin' her coke, what
(Dex)
And my niggas cutthroat, huh, yeah, huh
Remember them days I was broke
People was callin' me dirty, huh
I was trappin', I was servin'
Run up on me, swear to god I ain't worried
Huh i get that money, ain't worried, huh
30 on me like I'm Curry, huh
30 on me like I'm Curry
Run up on me, put it right to your jersey
Remember them days I was broke
People was callin' me dirty, huh
I was trappin', I was servin' (whoa)
Run up on me, swear to god I ain't worried
Huh (yeah, Dexter)
I get that money, ain't worried, huh
(yeah, Dexter)
30 on me like I'm Curry, huh (yeah, Dexter)
30 on me like I'm Curry (uh whoa)
Run up on me, put it right to your jersey
(oh man god damn)
Remember them days I was broke
I was trappin', had to get it
I was doin' it without permission
Run up on me, put it right in your fitted
I fuck his bitch, now she missin'
I fuck his bitch, we ain't kiddin'
All these niggas tryna diss me
I get the guap, yeah I get the digit's
I'm from the Chi, it ain't safe, huh
I got a Glock with no safe
Run up on me, I'ma spray
Run up on me, shoot you right in yo' face
Uh what, yeah over east with my thugs
Yeah, what, I'm in Cali, yeah I got the plug
Remember them days I was broke
People was callin' me dirty, huh
I was trappin', I was servin'
Run up on me, swear to god I ain't worried
Huh i get that money, ain't worried, huh
30 on me like I'm Curry, huh
30 on me like I'm Curry
Run up on me, put it right to your jersey
Remember them days I was broke
People was callin' me dirty, huh
I was trappin', I was servin'
Run up on me, swear to god I ain't worried
Huh i get that money, ain't worried, huh
30 on me like I'm Curry, huh
30 on me like I'm Curry
Run up on me, put it right to your jersey
Used to be so broke
And no I ain't goin' back
Just copped a fifty pack
Outta state sendin' that
Doin' that, doin' that, doin' that
Doin' that like why is you doin' that?
My 40 I'm blowin' that (blaow)
Pull up with foreign whips (skrrt)
No talkin', that's sealed lips
My outfit, I killed that
Like Bibby I kill shit
Yo' bitch let me kill that
I used to be regular
But now I'm not regular (no)
They callin' me hood rich (rich)
Shout out bro Hoodrich (Pablo)
I'm used to this hood shit
My diamonds like blaowie (blaow)
I just bought a Audi (skrrt)
Fuck 'em who doubt me you niggas so regular
I hit 'em, run 'em up (brrt)
He drippy like Famous Dex (Dex)
And shout out bro Famous Dex (Dex)
These diamonds all on my neck jezuss
Remember them days I was broke
People was callin' me dirty, huh
I was trappin', I was servin'
Run up on me, swear to god I ain't worried
Huh i get that money, ain't worried, huh
30 on me like I'm Curry, huh
30 on me like I'm Curry
Run up on me, put it right to your jersey
Remember them days I was broke
People was callin' me dirty, huh
I was trappin', I was servin'
Run up on me, swear to god I ain't worried
Huh i get that money, ain't worried, huh
30 on me like I'm Curry, huh
30 on me like I'm Curry
Run up on me, put it right to your jersey
Dexter (blaow) , Dexter, Dexter (skrrt)
Remember them days I was broke (brrt)
Fuck your lil' bitch, and
I'm servin' her coke, what
(Dex)