Famous Dex - DUMB lyrics
Famous Dex [Dexter Tiewon Gore Jr.] Chicago, Illinois.U.S.
[Famous Dex - DUMB lyrics]
(Hollo) what?
Huh, turn this shit up
(Glizzy, what you cookin' up?)
Fuck we doin’? Dexter, bitch what?
(Loudy Luna) oh
(I get my work from the narco)
Hah, yeah, huh, turn this bitch up
Yeah, right there, get it right there
Like that ooh, ooh, hah, ooh, ooh, ooh
Hah, ooh, huh
I’m actin’ dumb
Just bought a Glock with a drum
My shooters, they shootin’ for fun
Boy, don’t act dumb
Run up on him, now he numb
Chew that boy up like some bubblegum
Hold on, oh, wait
That money is all in your face
I’m geekin’, yeah, right on the stage
I pour me a eight
Where’d you get shot? In your face
I hop on the jet and escape
Hold on, huh, yeah, huh hold on, huh, huh
Hold on, I got, ooh
Hold on, hold on, hold on, huh
She wanna fuck me like "Hold on"
Baby look good, but I’m tellin’ her "Hold on"
Suck on my dick and I’m tellin’ her "Hold on
" huh matter fact, she gotta go home, huh
I’m takin’ off like a rocket
That 50 on me, boy
You know better to stop it
That’s your lil bitch, man
She all in my pockets she suck on my dick
Baby girl need to stop it
I’m actin’ dumb
Just bought a Glock with a drum
My shooters, they shootin’ for fun
Boy, don’t act dumb
Run up on him, now he numb
Chew that boy up like some bubblegum
Hold on, oh, wait
That money is all in your face
I’m geekin’, yeah, right on the stage
I pour me a eight
Where’d you get shot? In your face
I hop on the jet and escape
Dexter, ooh
Hop on a jet, yeah, I’m never late
Run to the money, you think it’s a, huh
Niggas be lame, they hella fake
I turn his ass right to a pumpkin face
For sure, huh i get the money for sure
‘Member them days, was kickin’ the door
I get the money, I want 40 a show
Wait, I got a lil bro with me
Got a Glock on him
Askin’ me questions like "Bro
Can I get it in?"
I’m like "Hell yeah, boy, gotta get it in
If we can’t, hell nah, we ain’t comin’ in"
I’m actin’ dumb
Just bought a Glock with a drum
My shooters, they shootin’ for fun
Boy, don’t act dumb
Run up on him, now he numb
Chew that boy up like some bubblegum
Hold on, oh, wait
That money is all in your face
I’m geekin’, yeah, right on the stage
I pour me a eight
Where’d you get shot? In your face
I hop on the jet and escape
Bitch, hah, huh i’m actin’ dumb
Just bought a Glock with a drum
Eat that boy, hold on i’m actin’ dumb
Just bought a Glock with a drum
Like some bubblegum know what I’m sayin’?
Shoot your ass up, bust, hah, what?
Huh, turn this shit up
(Glizzy, what you cookin' up?)
Fuck we doin’? Dexter, bitch what?
(Loudy Luna) oh
(I get my work from the narco)
Hah, yeah, huh, turn this bitch up
Yeah, right there, get it right there
Like that ooh, ooh, hah, ooh, ooh, ooh
Hah, ooh, huh
I’m actin’ dumb
Just bought a Glock with a drum
My shooters, they shootin’ for fun
Boy, don’t act dumb
Run up on him, now he numb
Chew that boy up like some bubblegum
Hold on, oh, wait
That money is all in your face
I’m geekin’, yeah, right on the stage
I pour me a eight
Where’d you get shot? In your face
I hop on the jet and escape
Hold on, huh, yeah, huh hold on, huh, huh
Hold on, I got, ooh
Hold on, hold on, hold on, huh
She wanna fuck me like "Hold on"
Baby look good, but I’m tellin’ her "Hold on"
Suck on my dick and I’m tellin’ her "Hold on
" huh matter fact, she gotta go home, huh
I’m takin’ off like a rocket
That 50 on me, boy
You know better to stop it
That’s your lil bitch, man
She all in my pockets she suck on my dick
Baby girl need to stop it
I’m actin’ dumb
Just bought a Glock with a drum
My shooters, they shootin’ for fun
Boy, don’t act dumb
Run up on him, now he numb
Chew that boy up like some bubblegum
Hold on, oh, wait
That money is all in your face
I’m geekin’, yeah, right on the stage
I pour me a eight
Where’d you get shot? In your face
I hop on the jet and escape
Dexter, ooh
Hop on a jet, yeah, I’m never late
Run to the money, you think it’s a, huh
Niggas be lame, they hella fake
I turn his ass right to a pumpkin face
For sure, huh i get the money for sure
‘Member them days, was kickin’ the door
I get the money, I want 40 a show
Wait, I got a lil bro with me
Got a Glock on him
Askin’ me questions like "Bro
Can I get it in?"
I’m like "Hell yeah, boy, gotta get it in
If we can’t, hell nah, we ain’t comin’ in"
I’m actin’ dumb
Just bought a Glock with a drum
My shooters, they shootin’ for fun
Boy, don’t act dumb
Run up on him, now he numb
Chew that boy up like some bubblegum
Hold on, oh, wait
That money is all in your face
I’m geekin’, yeah, right on the stage
I pour me a eight
Where’d you get shot? In your face
I hop on the jet and escape
Bitch, hah, huh i’m actin’ dumb
Just bought a Glock with a drum
Eat that boy, hold on i’m actin’ dumb
Just bought a Glock with a drum
Like some bubblegum know what I’m sayin’?
Shoot your ass up, bust, hah, what?