Warhol.SS, Famous Dex - On My Waist lyrics
Famous Dex [Dexter Tiewon Gore Jr.] Chicago, Illinois.U.S.
[Warhol.SS, Famous Dex - On My Waist lyrics]
Please sir I'm just a young man
Tryna get ahead in life
See all my niggas tryna stack some
(yeah what?)
Do I look like a street criminal sir?
No I just wanna fuck yo' bitch you feel me?
Yeah yeah what, yeah what?
What, what? De-, De-, Dexter, like what?
Yeah, what? Dexter
Dexter woah, yeah (yeah)
Let me go bitch oh man goddamn
Yeah
Two pints in my tummy, Hi-tech
Shawty talkin' all that wild shit
Just want the sex
No I don't just want the sex
But yeah just want the neck
Yeah I want the neck, you can keep the sex
30 on my waist, pop it in his face
Niggas talkin' shit, wild
Smack him in his place
Put him in his place, 30 on my waist
Goyard on my waist, money in her face
(Uh Dexter, look)
Money in her face, Goyard on my waist (What?)
Gucci on my body
Can't fuck with him he a snake
Get that money fast, count up like a race
(I do) wait, yeah, I run to the cake
I run to the cake, I run to the guap
Need my money green, call that shit the guac
Yeah I'm countin' knots
And I'm with your ho and she with the bros
Yeah she want some more
Yeah she want some more, I pour me a four
Coolin' with your ho, can't trust him
Kick in his door woah wait, yeah, wait
I kick in his door, never bein' broke
I got that money, never goin' broke
Boy this ain't no hustle
Told your bitch to look
Why you actin' shook? all
These niggas crooks all these niggas lame
Smack him and I took his chain
Got your bitch she gave me brain
Why all these niggas want the fame?
Two pints in my tummy, Hi Tech
Shawty talkin' all that wild shit
Just want the sex
No I don't just want the sex
But yeah just want the neck
Yeah I want the neck, you can keep the sex
30 on my waist, pop it in his face
Niggas talkin' shit, wild
Smack him in his place
Put him in his place, 30 on my waist
Goyard on my waist, money in her face
Tryna get ahead in life
See all my niggas tryna stack some
(yeah what?)
Do I look like a street criminal sir?
No I just wanna fuck yo' bitch you feel me?
Yeah yeah what, yeah what?
What, what? De-, De-, Dexter, like what?
Yeah, what? Dexter
Dexter woah, yeah (yeah)
Let me go bitch oh man goddamn
Yeah
Two pints in my tummy, Hi-tech
Shawty talkin' all that wild shit
Just want the sex
No I don't just want the sex
But yeah just want the neck
Yeah I want the neck, you can keep the sex
30 on my waist, pop it in his face
Niggas talkin' shit, wild
Smack him in his place
Put him in his place, 30 on my waist
Goyard on my waist, money in her face
(Uh Dexter, look)
Money in her face, Goyard on my waist (What?)
Gucci on my body
Can't fuck with him he a snake
Get that money fast, count up like a race
(I do) wait, yeah, I run to the cake
I run to the cake, I run to the guap
Need my money green, call that shit the guac
Yeah I'm countin' knots
And I'm with your ho and she with the bros
Yeah she want some more
Yeah she want some more, I pour me a four
Coolin' with your ho, can't trust him
Kick in his door woah wait, yeah, wait
I kick in his door, never bein' broke
I got that money, never goin' broke
Boy this ain't no hustle
Told your bitch to look
Why you actin' shook? all
These niggas crooks all these niggas lame
Smack him and I took his chain
Got your bitch she gave me brain
Why all these niggas want the fame?
Two pints in my tummy, Hi Tech
Shawty talkin' all that wild shit
Just want the sex
No I don't just want the sex
But yeah just want the neck
Yeah I want the neck, you can keep the sex
30 on my waist, pop it in his face
Niggas talkin' shit, wild
Smack him in his place
Put him in his place, 30 on my waist
Goyard on my waist, money in her face