Famous Dex - Work Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Work By Famous Dex?
Bitch, uh-huh
Know what I'm talking 'bout? If you ain't pulling out that motherfucking double-R truck Or a Lam' truck, I don't talk to you niggas, I don't talk to you niggas Y'all niggas broke (Local Trash) Dexter, yeah, ha, yeah, ooh Huh, I'm talking 'bout Ayo, ayy, Chelsea, roll me some weed, know what I'm saying? Yeah, roll something, do something Ha, yeah (Oh man, goddamn) I got, I got dough, remember days kicking in the door Selling shows, now I'm selling out a fucking show That's your bitch, oh, why she in my front row? Taking pictures while I'm taking off my clothes Baby wanna suck me, putting coke up, up her nose Ooh, wait, huh, I might just hop in the Wraith I got a bitch, she lick it so good Huh, I might just bust on her face I got a gun, it's looking so good, ooh I got an extra K Bando with me, know he good, huh He gon' spray the place, huh, for sure Huh, wait, huh, on go Huh, that bitch look good, she gold She sucking my dick on, ooh, wait, huh Sucking my dick on my tippy-toes Let's go, huh, ooh, hot riding the beach Looking at me, I'm sipping on peach Wock', ooh, it's all on me Huh, what You know what I'm saying? And my real name is Dexter too Like, I be saying what I really don't even what I be saying, I just be saying shit Hey Maddie, hey Chelsea, what's going on? Y'all doing y'all doing (oh man, god damn) I got, I got dough, remember days kicking in the door Selling shows, now I'm selling out a fucking show That's your bitch, oh, why she in my front row? Taking pictures while I'm taking off my clothes Ooh, ha, huh, baby wanna f*ck me, huh, ooh Baby can't f*ck me, you ain't got no buddies, ooh I got the money, it's on me Ha, ooh, you niggas so phony, what? Run up on me, you know what's on me Huh, that Draco, it's on me, huh, ooh Ooh, huh, pop me a Perc' now I eat, huh Niggas be lame, you talking so much You niggas be gossiping like bitches Wait, huh, ooh, tuh, y'all gon' get hit with the stick, uh Yeah, huh, ooh, huh, y'all gon' get hit with the stick, huh, bitch Yeah, I'm not lacking, lurking, huh, ooh Pull on your block with magic shit, you think we Persian, huh, ooh We got them sticks, huh, ooh We got the blicks, huh Run up on me, you get hit, oh, ha You know I'm the shit, ooh (oh man, god damn) 'Sup, my name is Dexter, I do whatever Might sell my feature for Margielas The queens, they do what I tell 'em I want the money, yeah, I want it forever Huh, tuh, yeah, huh, and you know it's me, ha Dexter want what? Tuh, I wanna be on TV, bitch You know what I'm saying? I coulda, I coulda, umm I coulda kept rap I coulda kept rapping on this, know what I'm saying? But, I just wanna put my hook on this shit (let's go) |
Who Wrote Work By Famous Dex?
Dexter Tiewon Jr. Gore
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What's The Duration Of The Work By Famous Dex?The duration of Work is 2:30 minutes and seconds. |
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