88rising – JAPAN 88 Lyrics

[Intro: Famous Dex]
You know what I’m sayin’
I just- that’s just how I like to do it, know what I’m sayin’ (Dexter)
My real name is Dexter, haha
I got a lot of more diamonds too
I just got new diamonds by the way
Uh, woah
Dexter, huh
Uh, yeah, uh what
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your man)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
You know what I’m sayin’
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, baby you dig (Dexter)
Dexter (Dexter)
Ooh, huh, wait, what
Uh, yeah, what

[Chorus: Famous Dex]
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the ‘gram, aye (yeah, Dexter)
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your man, baby)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the Gram (uh, yeah, Dexter)

[Verse 1: Verbal]
Tokyo that’s my town, listen now
What you doing, where’s ya man’s
See my gold, meet my people, see my phone
Got a line, from a girl, and it’s flavour
Where we going, Yakatory [?]
Lemon sour we devour, got my diamonds, got my furs
Gahman says, “let’s get lit, super lit, very, very lit”
Red red alert, paparazzi many trolls, following the way we roll
See my chain chain, it’s been cold
See my gang gang, see how deep we roll
Karaoke sang sang, till the early morn’
Don’t worry how I became a [?] chati
Now we talk about Ferraris (vroom)
And we make it look easy
P.K.C on his boys I know you see me, yah (see me)
And we me it look easy
Famous Dex, Keith Ape I know you see me

[Chorus: Famous Dex]
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your man?)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the ‘gram, aye (yeah, Dexter)
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your man, baby)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the Gram (uh, yeah, Dexter)

[Verse 2: Keith Ape]
In Japan, poppin’ xans, drink some [?]
Kill the shows and the cone and the grams
Baby girl, give me brain, heal my pain
I need dope, I need grams, I need M’s
I need more, I need grams, I need M’s
[Korean]
? in Jakarta
Louis Vuitton, duffle bag
’03 Nigo on my wrist
’03 Nigo on my fist
Bape stars on my fist
Spent a ticket on my feet

[Chorus: Famous Dex]
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the ‘gram, aye (yeah, Dexter)
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your man, baby)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the Gram (uh, yeah, Dexter)

Famous Dex – 30 Go Bang Lyrics

[Intro]
Everybody be askin’ me this
Everybody be askin’ me that
Why do they be questionin’ me?
Like “Dex, where you from, bro?” (Y’all know where the fuck I am from, man)
You know where the fuck I’m from (haha, let’s get it, man)
Woo, esketit (DDB shit, man)

[Verse 1]
I’m smokin’ on Woods (woo), I’m sippin’ on lean ‘fore I’m switchin’ lanes (drank)
I’m bussin’ so hard, I need me a water, I can’t feel my brain (I’m brainless)
These bitches they on me, they want them some money, they can’t get a thing (at all)
But baby, I want me some brain (that brain), she know I got fame, she know I’m the thing (esketit)
My .30 on me, you know I can’t lie, got .40s on beams (on beams, woo)
You run up on me, my .40 go boom, I send him a dream (bang bang, bang bang)
We kick in yo’ door like Mike with masks, you think Halloween (Halloween)
But bitch, this ain’t Halloween (woo), I just want the money (esketit), I feel like a fiend (esketit)
Hello, they callin’ my phone, oh shit, I gotta finesse (I gotta finesse, woo)
They say they want weed, but shit, I told ’em molly’s the best (molly’s the best, esketit)
They start some fu shit, guess what? You know I’m uppin’ my TEC (I’m uppin’ my TEC)
I hope I don’t up my TEC, if I up my TEC, I send him to rest (esketit, esketit)

[Chorus]
These bitches on me, I told her I don’t need her (I don’t need her, esketit)
I’m smokin’ on weed, you know it’s that reefer (it’s that reefer, oh)
You try some fu shit, I’m uppin’ my [?] (uppin’ my [?])
My .40 go [?]
My .30 go bang (woo), my choppa go slang, my .40 go [?] (esketit)
And ‘fore I’m switchin’ lanes, I’m smokin’ that thing (woo), you know it’s that reefer (woo)
These bitches they on me, I told her I don’t need her, you know I don’t need ya (I don’t need ya)
Bitch, I don’t need ya (I don’t need ya)
Bitch I don’t need ya (I don’t need ya), hoe I don’t need ya

[Verse 2]
I’m still cookin’ work, it’s gettin’ real late, I need me a duece (where the drank? Where the drank?)
I call up Fly Shaun, I call up my twin, you know that’s the crew (my homies, my boys)
I’d die for my homies, I’d kill for my homies, I ain’t talkin’ no fu (no fu)
But boy, what you talkin’ is fu, you ain’t talkin’ no green (no guap), conversation is blue (esketit)
These hoes in KOD shakin’, it’s gettin’ wet (gettin’ wet, esketit)
I call up my broski Shane and told him bring me some stacks (big bro, bring guap)
I see thirsty niggas, I hope they don’t rob, I hope they don’t snatch (don’t snatch)
‘Cause boy if you do try to snatch, lil’ bro in the back, and he came with the strap (esketit, esketit)

[Chorus]
These bitches on me, I told her I don’t need her (I don’t need her, esketit)
I’m smokin’ on weed, you know it’s that reefer (it’s that reefer, oh)
You try some fu shit, I’m uppin’ my [?] (uppin’ my [?])
My .40 go [?]
My .30 go bang (woo), my choppa go slang, my .40 go [?] (esketit)
And ‘fore I’m switchin’ lanes, I’m smokin’ that thing (woo), you know it’s that reefer (woo)
These bitches they on me, I told her I don’t need her, you know I don’t need ya (I don’t need ya)
Bitch, I don’t need ya (I don’t need ya)
Bitch I don’t need ya (I don’t need ya), hoe I don’t need ya

In my coupe – Rich the Kid feat. Famous Dex lyrics

Lyrics Rich the Kid – In my coupe

I just pulled up in my coupe
I might just f*ck on your boo
Look at my hunnids they blue, ooh
I f*cked your b*tch after school
Dive in the b*tch like a pool
Look at my chains not too cool
Now she say she fallin’ in love
She fell in love with the drugs
I just might make her my boo
She fell in love with the jewels
You had the juice but you lost it
My diamonds wet like a faucet
Your b*tch she callin’ my iPhone
Diamonds yellow like the Flintstones
They doing sh*t that we been on
I’m in New York like I’m Jim Jones.

Bad b*tch, I’ma bust on her titties
Good lean gotta f*ck up my kidneys
More money gotta flex on these b*tches
f*ck her in the Rari, switching positions
I was broke, I had to get it
I was trappin’ out the kitchen
Selling dope I do the dishes
Trappin’ yeah right on the stove, may God be my witness
He say he get money but I need a witness
Boy yo’ money shorter than midgets
Ice on me got my frigid
Toke nice niggas know you missin’
Magazine model sucking me sloppy
Rich Forever Way they wanna copy
Play with me, they’ll be finding your body
Wake up, I’ma buy a Bugatti.

I just pulled up in my coupe
I might just f*ck on your boo
Look at my hunnids they blue, ooh
I f*cked your b*tch after school
Dive in the b*tch like a pool
Look at my chains not too cool
Now she say she fallin’ in love
She fell in love with the drugs
I just might make her my boo
She fell in love with the jewels
You had the juice but you lost it
My diamonds wet like a faucet
Your b*tch she callin’ my iPhone
Diamonds yellow like the Flintstones
They doing sh*t that we been on
I’m in New York like I’m Jim Jones.

I got that money on me
I got these diamonds on me
Rich Forever be my team
Don’t trap where you stay, man they call the police
Come correct when you talking to me
Niggas sleeping but that money don’t stop
I’ma stack it and go get me a watch
Bad b*tch suck me up on a yacht
I’m in New York like I’m 50
f*ck her so good that she miss me
I was hustlin’, counting pennies
Now my money to the ceiling
Wait, I get the Lamb and they rent it
I ain’t been broke in a minute
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I remember pockets empty
I get the guap, yeah I got the digits.

Jay what up bro
Rich what up bro
Rich Forever 3 on the way know what im sayin’
Just do all types of sh*t
Ooh, wait, yeah, oohhh.

I just pulled up in my coupe
I might just f*ck on your boo
Look at my hunnids they blue, ooh
I f*cked your b*tch after school
Dive in the b*tch like a pool
Look at my chains not too cool
Now she say she fallin’ in love
She fell in love with the drugs
I just might make her my boo
She fell in love with the jewels
You had the juice but you lost it
My diamonds wet like a faucet
Your b*tch she callin’ my iPhone
Diamonds yellow like the Flintstones
They doing sh*t that we been on
I’m in New York like I’m Jim Jonesss.
Rich the Kid lyrics
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No reason – Famous Dex Lyrics

Lyrics Famous Dex – No reason

Dexter, Dexter
30K right on my wrist, 30K right on my wrist
Know what I’m saying, wave bros sh*t, ya dig
Dexter, wait look huhhh.(no reason)

Look at my watch can you see a new freezer
I turn your b*tch to a eater, huh
b*tch I be fly like peter, huh
Paying no mile like a meter, huh
Trappin’ so hard yeah I ball for no reason
Yeezy’s just get me the season, huh
b*tches be laugh for no reason
I be so high for no reason.

B*tches they laugh for no reason, I f*ck on you either
My squad mistreat her, huh
Riding round in a Beamer, huh
Count the racks up like Serena
Two b*tches no Easter, I swerving’ through coke like it’s legal
We know it’s illegal, huh
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Make them burdens like the Beatles, yeah
I f*ck that b*tch I don’t need her, huh
I’ll f*ck that b*tch when I meet her, huh
Wait, that b*tch she a eater, huh
New ice yeah it’s freezer, what, huh
I’m broke in the days, yeah
I was broke in the days, yeah
Now I turn up on the stage
I get the money, I swear I be paid, yeah
Hmmm, yeah, f*ck you lil b*tch pull up ..

Look at my watch can you see a new freezer
I turn your b*tch to a eater, huh
b*tch I be fly like peter, huh
Paying no mile like a meter, huh
Trappin’ so hard yeah I ball for no reason
Yeezy’s just get me the season, huh
b*tches be laugh for no reason
I be so high for no reason.

Look at my watch can you see a new freezer
I turn your b*tch to a eater, huh
b*tch I be fly like peter, huh
Paying no mile like a meter, huh
Trappin’ so hard yeah I ball for no reasooon
Yeezy’s just get me the season, huh
b*tches be laugh for no reasooon
I be so high for no reasooon
Look at my watch can you see a new freezer
I turn your b*tch to a eater, huh
b*tch I be fly like peter, huh
Paying no mile like a meter, huh
Trappin’ so hard yeah I ball for no reasooon
Yeezy’s just get me the season, huh
b*tches be laugh for no reasooon
I be so high for no reasonnn.
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God damn – Famous Dex lyrics

Lyrics Famous Dex – God damn

Lotta motherf*ckas hatin’
Ballin’ mama said she proud of me
Whole gang gon’ ride for me
Walkin’ ’round with a knot
Can’t trust your b*tch she a thot
Spend a whole lot on a watch
Flexin’ hard now they want me to stop
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’.

In the coupe with a model b*tch and I’m f*ckin’ her cause she foreign
Rollie diamonds keep dancin’ on me, still havin’ Act so we pourin’
Money on me, f*ck a b*tch in my yeezys
Young nigga had to get it believe me
Diamonds on me, that’s a whole lotta water
Rich forever, buy the masi’ I flex
Hold up
That lil money that you got, it ain’t nothin’
Broke rappers, where ya chain come from?
b*tch I done made at the mall
No .., but a young nigga flex
Old rapper with a rusty necklace
Pinky ring on water, the faucet
You was winnin’, had the sauce, but you lost it
Now I’m winnin’ and I’m flexin’, they salty.

Lotta motherf*ckas hatin’
Ballin’ mama said she proud of me
Whole gang gon’ ride for me
Walkin’ ’round with a knot
Can’t trust your b*tch she a thot
Spend a whole lot on a watch
Flexin’ hard now they want me to stop
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’.

She in the coupe with no panties
Whoa, god damn, wait
Lil mama Spanish, suckin’ that d*ck with no hands
I’m ballin’ like randy
I’m in the coupe with no licences
Whoa, f*ck 12 versuri-lyrics.info
Lil bro put down the smell
If they try to stop us, get out and bail, what
Last year I was broke
This year I get the money
Diamonds on me, yeah they sunny
5 b*tches and they bunnies
Look ma, I got me a check
Look ma, I know how to flex
You run up on me, get the TEC
Look at diamonds, yeah they wet.

Lotta motherf*ckas hatin’
Ballin’ mama said she proud of me
Whole gang gon’ ride for me
Walkin’ ’round with a knot
Can’t trust your b*tch she a thot
Spend a whole lot on a watch
Flexin’ hard now they want me to stop
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’
She in the coupe with no panties, god damn
I’m flexin’, I’m flexinnn’.
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Break her off – Famous Dex feat. 12tildee lyrics

Lyrics Famous Dex – Break her off

Girl put your hands on your knees
Like you done run out of breath
Climb down that pole
Lil’ mama don’t need no help
She f*ckin’ with me ‘cuz she know that I’m breaking her off
(I’m breaking her off)
Broke nigga throwin’ no cash, you runnin’ your mouth.(break her off)

Break her off
Break her off
Break her off
Break that ass off like a kickhat
I just throw the money, she could run it back
f*ck around a ton, that b*tch a hundred stacks
We’ll don’t do no talkin’, where your money at?
Break her off
Break her off
Break that ass off like a kickhat
I just throw the money, she could run it back
f*ck around a ton, that b*tch a hundred stacks
We’ll don’t do no talkin’, where your money at?

I know lil’ mama, she gon’ come and flirt
I’m the reason why she comin’ to work
I show a dub, she show me love
She pop it for pimp and she f*ckin’ it up, f*ckin’ it up
She f*ck with a balla, lil’ boy stop playin’
You tryin’ to wife her, she really can’t hear what you sayin’
Why is you cuffin’ them bands? Throw this shit up make it land
Watch me switch hands, she do my favorite lil’ dance
I make it rain like Rihanna and she go to work
Trained to get the money first, Franklin make her go berserk
b*tch put your hands on your knees, like you done run out of breath
Come down that pole, lil’ mama don’t need no help
She f*ckin’ with me cause she know that I’m breakin’ her off
Broke nigga throwin’ no cash, you runnin’ your mouth.

Break her off
Break her off
Break her off
Break that ass off like a kickhat
I just throw the money, she could run it back
f*ck around a ton, that b*tch a hundred stacks
We’ll don’t do no talkin’, where your money at?
Break her off
Break her off
Break that ass off like a kickhat
I just throw the money, she could run it back
f*ck around a ton, that b*tch a hundred stacks
We’ll don’t do no talkin’, where your money at?

Break her off, I get that money, I break her off
Brooker so hard, I break her off
Runnin’ for me, I’mma set it off
I just pull up in my Jeep
I pull in the Masi
All of these stacks on my body
Lookin’ for me, a lil’ hardy
Suck me like Dolliez (Dexter)
Break her hand, break her so hard, that break a friend, what
I’ll break the man
Lookin’ so good man, I think they twins, oh what
That’s the end of the story, huh
f*ck a lil’ b*tch, she want moré, what
This b*tch she want money
Put my liqour with her tummy (Dexter).

b*tch put your hands on your knees
Like you done run out of breath
Climb down that pole
Lil’ mama don’t need no help
She f*ckin’ with me ‘cuz she know that I’m breaking her off
(I’m breaking her off)
Broke nigga throwin’ no cash, you runnin’ your mouth.

Break her off
Break her off
Break her off
Break that ass off like a kickhat
I just throw the money, she could run it back
f*ck around a ton, that b*tch a hundred stacks
We’ll don’t do no talkin’, where your money at?
Break her offff
Break her offfff
Break that ass off like a kickhat
I just throw the money, she could run it back
f*ck around a ton, that b*tch a hundred stacks
We’ll don’t do no talkin’, where your money attt?
Famous Dex lyrics
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So mad – Famous Dex feat. Rich the Kid lyrics

Lyrics Famous Dex – So mad

Dexter, Dexter
Dexter, Dexter, Dexter
.. me that bro, I mean
No, f*ck it
Come here lil b*tch sis
Wait, lil boy why you so mad?
Lil boy, why do you hate?
I get that money, I’m straight
I been kinda good too
Like I don’t care about a hater
You can say whatever you wanna say
Ah-Dexter!

Ooooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so maaad?
Ooh, why you so maaad?
Ooh, why you so maaad?
f*cking your b*tch, I just bought her a bag
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money, I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so maaad?
Ooh, why you so maaad?
Ooh, why you so maaad?
f*cking your b*tch, I just bought her a bag.

Ooh, why you so maaad?
f*cked your lil b*tch, I just bought her a bag
I ain’t even gotta brag
You can just tell by my bag
30 on me, yeah I’m glad
Run up on him, swear to god you a fag
I don’t even need a mask, I just run right to the cash
Fat b*tch, she suck me right when that jet land
I’m feeling good, I’m like Batman
And you now I got my gang man
You run up on me you a dead man
Ooh, why you so mad?
Lil boy, why you still hate?
I get that money I’m straight
f*ck your lil b*tch in her face
Wait, I bust in her face
Ooh ooh, why you so maaad?
Boy why you so maaad?
Ooh ooh, why you so maaad?
f*ck your lil b*tch, I bought her a bag.

Ooh, why you so maaad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so maaad?
Ooh, why you so maaad?
Ooh, why you so maaad?
f*cking your b*tch, I just bought her a bag
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money, I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so maaad?
Ooh, why you so maaad?
Ooh, why you so maaad?
f*cking your b*tch, I just bought her a bag.

Why you mad?
Bad b*tch, f*ck and bought her a bag
Young nigga had to get to the cash
Rich Forever, put that shit on the dash
I f*cked that b*tch in a new coupe
I might just make her my new boo
Wrestle her, flex her
I put that ho in a stretcher
Money on the table, got money on the floor
Sippin’ lean, pour a four in the jones
She suck me up, make her Uber home
Why you so mad I flex on these hoes?
Money machine, f*ck around, broke
Me and Jay Critch run up an O
Dexter, Rich Forever, whippin’ a bowl
White b*tch throw the dope in her nose
I had a b*tch named Sandy
Rollie gold like a Grammy
Might blind your b*tch, that’s a diamond wrist
Pull up in a Rari, no Camry.

Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
f*cking your b*tch, I just bought her a bag
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money, I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
f*cking your b*tch, I just bought her a baggg.
Famous Dex lyrics
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