Famous Dex - Crazy Me lyrics

Famous Dex [Dexter Tiewon Gore Jr.] Chicago, Illinois.U.S.

[Famous Dex - Crazy Me lyrics]

(Swear to god what-what the what the fuck?
Dexter! Uhuhuhuhuh Dexter! Dexter!
Just look in the sky and think I’m a star)

Just look in the sky and wish I’m a star
I fuck that bitch off a bar
She wanna hop in my car
She give me top in the car wait
I might just break out her back
Never lackin, ridin around with a MAC
I see your asses is dat
What was that shit you was
Sayin on the internet?
Know you ain’t tuff, huh, pussy
Nigga you a bluff, huh
Boy wassup?
Draco, nigga, make your ass turn up
To launch me I fuck a
Little bitch you feel me
You run up on me yeah you feel it
That pack on me then we gon' sell it
I got the Glock in the ziplock
I’m sippin lean till my heart stop
That pack on me now with a mailbox
The shell so hot that I’m hell hot
Oo hot like the devil
I push Chanel like a shovel
30 on me it don’t let up what? Oo
That boy got the hiccups

But we got the set up, can’t trust a bitch
Boy here not to setup oo don’t let up
Free all my homies tell them
Boys don’t let up choppa with the beam on it
I make a bitch wanna sing on it
She fuckin on me
She leaving 'cause you be funny
(Wow ohmangoddman)

Huh Oo bye bye
You run up on me boy I swear you will die
30 on me turn that nigga to a fry
Just chop on the block boy
I swear I can’t lie
Mike on the beat so I killed it
I got them bullets you know you will feel it
Oo honey I’m itchin
Perc10 got my whole body itchin
Oo wait a minute huh my heart be beatin huh
Oo wait a minute I swear who I’m seeing
Yeah peek-a boo, bitch like duck duck goose
My 30 on me and I shoot at you
You could be a duck stuffed too (for real)
And it ain’t funny
My diamond my teeth yeah it jump like a bunny
Got too many lil bitches
Yeah I swear they be on me
Oo oo gone in the morning huh yeah Fuck her
Fuck her friend too, bust her
Bust it down too love em
On little bitch Oo no sir
I fuck her one time and she go, sir
Out the back door yeah I curse her
Huh scratchin my schedule
I don’t even, won’t even text her
Back to the schedule I keep a gun heavy metal
This boy not on my level
Oo he worship the devil
Yeah Bitch you a hoe
Run up on me yeah I swear you can’t show
I sippin lean down my throat
I’m sippin lean oh go yeah huh Gone, bitch
(And it freestyled by the way too
All this shit off the
Top, you know what I’m saying
You know, all this shit, you
Know what I’m saying, I’m high
As hell in this bitch, yessir
You know who with me, you
Know what I’m saying
My fucking little brother Splurge)

Just look in the sky and wish I’m a star
I fuck that bitch off a bar
She wanna hop in my car
She give me top in the car wait
I might just break out her back
Never lackin, ridin around with a MAC
I see your asses is dat
What was that shit you was
Sayin on the internet?

(Huh bitch ass nigga all that shit
You was talking on the intern
What’s up? You ain’t tuff now huh?
Yeah I know shut up
Bitch ass nigga pass me some gas)

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