Famous Dex - Made Up lyrics
Famous Dex [Dexter Tiewon Gore Jr.] Chicago, Illinois.U.S.
[Famous Dex - Made Up lyrics]
It’s the kid hood Rich Pablo Juan
Know what the fuck goin' on, man
Checkin' in with my brothers from the Chi
Chilander shit, man, DJ Shon, nigga
Don't play, nigga, money, power, respect
Stop hatin', nigga
Need to get your bread up
Know what I'm sayin'
My real name is I don't wanna say shit
(skrr, hold on, yeah, what ooh)
Stop hatin', nigga
Need to get your bread up
(get your what ooh)
A bad bitch, she give me head in bed huh
(I ain't what yeah)
I'm runnin' to the bag, I ain't bad, bruh
(skrr, Dexter, ooh, yeah, what)
Stop hatin', boy
You need to get your bread up (what, yeah)
A bad bitch, she give me head in bed huh
(I had to bag her)
I’m runnin' to the bag, I had to bag it up
(I had to bag it up)
Got these stars in the roof
It ain't made up (skrr skrr skrr ooh)
Stop hatin', boy
You need to get your bread up
(what, yeah ooh)
A bad bitch, she gave me head in bed huh
(I had to bag her)
I’m runnin' to the bag, I had to bag it up
(I had to bag it up)
Got these stars in the roof
It ain't made up
(ooh, Dexter, yeah, what, ooh)
Stop hatin', boy
You need to get your bread up
(need to get your bread up)
I got a bad bitch, she give me head
She bag it up (she give me head, she what)
Runnin' to the money, had to bag it up
(I had to what) got a foreign with me
You know this bitch a Bentley truck
(skrr, skrr skrr)
Yeah, hatin' on me, that's a foul
(hatin' on a what) i got your bitch
I smoke your wessin like Black & Milds
(ooh, skrr)
Yeah, hatin' on me, that's a foul
(hatin' on a what, skrr)
Yeah, hatin' on me, that's a foul
(hatin' on a what, skrr)
Yeah, hatin' on me, that's a foul
(hatin' on a what) i got your bitch
I smoke your ass like Black & Milds
(I smoke your ass like whoa, bow, bow)
She a hater, she ain't (ooh what yeah)
She a hater, she ain't (she a hater, what)
Geekin' on the stage, I pop a molly
Then go wild (ooh)
I can't trust nobody, I'm paranoid
Might shoot the crowd ooh (bow, bow, bow)
Yeah, spray the whole crowd
I don't give a fuck (yeah ooh)
I was broke as fuck, now a nigga bag it up
(yeah, Dexter ooh)
Stop hatin', boy
You need to get your bread up (what, yeah)
A bad bitch, she gave me head in bed huh
(she gave me what)
I’m runnin' to the bag, I had to bag it up
(Dexer, what) got these stars in the roof
It ain't made up (skrr skrr skrr)
Stop hatin', boy
You need to get your bread up (what, yeah)
A bad bitch, she gave me head huh (Like damn)
I’m runnin' to the bag, I had to bag it up
(oh man) got these stars in the roof
It ain't made up (oh man god damn)
Know what the fuck goin' on, man
Checkin' in with my brothers from the Chi
Chilander shit, man, DJ Shon, nigga
Don't play, nigga, money, power, respect
Stop hatin', nigga
Need to get your bread up
Know what I'm sayin'
My real name is I don't wanna say shit
(skrr, hold on, yeah, what ooh)
Stop hatin', nigga
Need to get your bread up
(get your what ooh)
A bad bitch, she give me head in bed huh
(I ain't what yeah)
I'm runnin' to the bag, I ain't bad, bruh
(skrr, Dexter, ooh, yeah, what)
Stop hatin', boy
You need to get your bread up (what, yeah)
A bad bitch, she give me head in bed huh
(I had to bag her)
I’m runnin' to the bag, I had to bag it up
(I had to bag it up)
Got these stars in the roof
It ain't made up (skrr skrr skrr ooh)
Stop hatin', boy
You need to get your bread up
(what, yeah ooh)
A bad bitch, she gave me head in bed huh
(I had to bag her)
I’m runnin' to the bag, I had to bag it up
(I had to bag it up)
Got these stars in the roof
It ain't made up
(ooh, Dexter, yeah, what, ooh)
Stop hatin', boy
You need to get your bread up
(need to get your bread up)
I got a bad bitch, she give me head
She bag it up (she give me head, she what)
Runnin' to the money, had to bag it up
(I had to what) got a foreign with me
You know this bitch a Bentley truck
(skrr, skrr skrr)
Yeah, hatin' on me, that's a foul
(hatin' on a what) i got your bitch
I smoke your wessin like Black & Milds
(ooh, skrr)
Yeah, hatin' on me, that's a foul
(hatin' on a what, skrr)
Yeah, hatin' on me, that's a foul
(hatin' on a what, skrr)
Yeah, hatin' on me, that's a foul
(hatin' on a what) i got your bitch
I smoke your ass like Black & Milds
(I smoke your ass like whoa, bow, bow)
She a hater, she ain't (ooh what yeah)
She a hater, she ain't (she a hater, what)
Geekin' on the stage, I pop a molly
Then go wild (ooh)
I can't trust nobody, I'm paranoid
Might shoot the crowd ooh (bow, bow, bow)
Yeah, spray the whole crowd
I don't give a fuck (yeah ooh)
I was broke as fuck, now a nigga bag it up
(yeah, Dexter ooh)
Stop hatin', boy
You need to get your bread up (what, yeah)
A bad bitch, she gave me head in bed huh
(she gave me what)
I’m runnin' to the bag, I had to bag it up
(Dexer, what) got these stars in the roof
It ain't made up (skrr skrr skrr)
Stop hatin', boy
You need to get your bread up (what, yeah)
A bad bitch, she gave me head huh (Like damn)
I’m runnin' to the bag, I had to bag it up
(oh man) got these stars in the roof
It ain't made up (oh man god damn)