Famous Dex - What Got Into Me lyrics
Famous Dex [Dexter Tiewon Gore Jr.] Chicago, Illinois.U.S.
[Famous Dex - What Got Into Me lyrics]
Fuck on that bitch for some money
This ain't yo honey
I'm a neighborhood junkie
Dick in her mouth like a donkey
I don't want money
Bitch I'm coming for your tummy woah!
Dexter, Dexter, Dexter, Dexter
They keep sending me these letters
Wait, I don't really give a fuck
I'm balling like the fucking Bucks
Wait, eyes rolling back like The Undertaker
Fuck your lil bitch, I'm the mask maker
Middle finger to the world
Yes I will fuck your girl
All on my dick like a
Skirl, I fuck your bitch, you make her pearl
Oh shit they can't find me, Yeezys on
He should sign me
Remember sittin' right in detention
I ain't have bitches
Now I'm whippin' in the
Kitchen, ballin' so hard, no permission
32 Griffin, run up on me shootin' Pippen
You a lil boy, boy you lame as fuck
You a lil broke boy, you lame as fuck
Yeah I'm balling like the Bucks
You run up on me shootin' stuff
Bitch I'm so high off a molly
All in my jolly
Fucking bitches on the trolley
All these tats on my body wait, hold on!
Bitch I'm so high off a molly
All in my jolly
Fucking bitches on the trolley yeah, Dexter!
Bitch I'm so high off a molly
All in my jolly
Fucking bitches on the trolley
All these tats on my body
Geekin' off molly, turning up in the lobby
Yeah! Water, water, water, water
Get your bitch 'fore I spoil her
I will never do her wrong
And she be twerking to my songs
I ride with my fam like the Brady Bunch
Stop all that hate get some Hater Punch
Yeah a nigga on his grind
Two rings and they shine
I can't fuck with them, they on other stuff
Wait, Fat Daddy wrap 'em up
Then we throw him in the trash
A young nigga got his bag
This ain't yo honey
I'm a neighborhood junkie
Dick in her mouth like a donkey
I don't want money
Bitch I'm coming for your tummy woah!
Dexter, Dexter, Dexter, Dexter
They keep sending me these letters
Wait, I don't really give a fuck
I'm balling like the fucking Bucks
Wait, eyes rolling back like The Undertaker
Fuck your lil bitch, I'm the mask maker
Middle finger to the world
Yes I will fuck your girl
All on my dick like a
Skirl, I fuck your bitch, you make her pearl
Oh shit they can't find me, Yeezys on
He should sign me
Remember sittin' right in detention
I ain't have bitches
Now I'm whippin' in the
Kitchen, ballin' so hard, no permission
32 Griffin, run up on me shootin' Pippen
You a lil boy, boy you lame as fuck
You a lil broke boy, you lame as fuck
Yeah I'm balling like the Bucks
You run up on me shootin' stuff
Bitch I'm so high off a molly
All in my jolly
Fucking bitches on the trolley
All these tats on my body wait, hold on!
Bitch I'm so high off a molly
All in my jolly
Fucking bitches on the trolley yeah, Dexter!
Bitch I'm so high off a molly
All in my jolly
Fucking bitches on the trolley
All these tats on my body
Geekin' off molly, turning up in the lobby
Yeah! Water, water, water, water
Get your bitch 'fore I spoil her
I will never do her wrong
And she be twerking to my songs
I ride with my fam like the Brady Bunch
Stop all that hate get some Hater Punch
Yeah a nigga on his grind
Two rings and they shine
I can't fuck with them, they on other stuff
Wait, Fat Daddy wrap 'em up
Then we throw him in the trash
A young nigga got his bag