Famous Dex - Ummm Hmmm Freestyle lyrics

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

[Famous Dex - Ummm Hmmm Freestyle lyrics]

Ha, all freestyle shit, ya' dig? Off the⁠ -
(Haha) you know what I’m sayin' (I do it)
Off the top, ya' feel me? (Woah)
No motherfuckin’ hook (Do it) alright?
Just do it, ha

Ha, I got the gun up on me, run up on me
You know how I do it (Do it)
Bad bitch suck on my dick
(Do it) she lookin' so good
How I do it? (I do it)
I got the money, you know I'm no dummy
(What?) you run up on me, yeah
I do it (I do it)
Bad little bitch suck on my
Dick, fuckin' on me, yeah, i do it
(I do it) run up on me, yeah, I do it
(I do it) , you know how I do it (Wabow)
I got the money, I do it
(I do it) , you know how I do it (Wabow)
Hop in the foreign, I do it (Skrrt, skrrt)
You know how I do it (I do it)
Baby lookin' good, I do it
(I do it) , haha, you know how I do it

Hop in the foreign, though (Skrrt)
Gave me a bitch, huh, know she a porn ho
(What?) skrrt up to the candy store (What?)
I fuck her one time, yeah
I'm at the gun store
Who want the gun smoke? (What?)
This nigga a clown, he don't want gun smoke
40 is no joke
The 40 is what? The 40 is no joke
I got the money, these niggas be dummies
(What?)
Fuck on her tummy, a Glock on me, huh?
You know when they funny
Just shine like sunny
Uh oh, took my diamonds, sonny
And you knew that
You wasn't with me, go blap, bap
Huh, yeah, hoppin’ in Thundercats
Couldn’t go far, I'm off a pill, no bar
(No Xans)
She want some money, oh no (For what?)
Tell that little bitch go home (Go home)
You slow?
Woah (Bitch) , I keep a 30, no joke
And my Glock got a beam on it
Prayin’ your shawty don't notice red nose
Huh? Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
I got the money, you so fear
Huh? 'Member I was broke like last year
Boy, I got the money, yeah, this year
Huh? Look at my ear, it's diamonds
But I don’t got no earrings, huh
Pourin' up, two liquors is dope, yeah, like

Ding dong (Ha, what) , 12, you home?
(What, ding dong) Dwap, let's get it on (12
Fuck 'em)
One time, yeah, pullin' her thongs (O oh)
This shit got it goin', huh
Baby girl, go home, huh, bitch

What? Stick, huh, I keep it a stick
(I keep a stick)
What? I keep it a stick (I keep a stick)
Glock on me, bitch, huh, run me up catch six
I feel like I'm sick (I feel like I'm sick)
I just might pull me a six
(I just might pull me a six)
Ooh, huh, you know that
All y'all niggas some
All y'all niggas some copycats
Tryna copy the way
(Copy the way) , yeah, I heard of that

Fuck your little bitch, yeah, curve that
I don't want the pussy, her head
So good, I'm like, "Baby girl
Well screw that"
I don't want the pussy, her head
So good, I'm like, "Baby girl
Well screw that"
You run up on me, you sure of that?
Put your ass on the doormat
(Put your ass on the dirt at)
Your brains all on the floor at
Nah, fuck that (Haha)

(Put your fuckin' brains all on the
Floor where the floor at)
Put his brain on the doormat, ha, ooh
(Ooh, welcome home)
Put his brain on the doormat
(Welcome home, Dexter)
Oh, yeah, we outta here

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