Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song PICK IT UP , by - Famous Dex. Release date: 05.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rich Forever
Song language: English
PICK IT UP |
| Hey yo, big bro, you fucking with that? |
| Ha, okay cool |
| Good job, 1st |
| That’s my fucking brother right there, ya dig? |
| Dexter, ooh, wait (yeah, a-what) |
| Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, groove |
| Baby girl watch how you move (What) |
| I got them Vans on my shoes, ooh (I do) |
| I pop a pill and I lose weight |
| Speed it up (Speed) |
| Look at them diamonds, they eat it up (Eat) |
| Got me two bitches, I eat it up (You what?) |
| They thinkin' of wifing, deleting them (Yeah) |
| A-wait, ooh (Dexter) pints in, call up Rocket, ooh (A-what) |
| My brother plug like a socket, ooh |
| Kick in this door, yeah I got it (Yeah) |
| Open the safe, you can’t lock it, ooh (A-what) |
| Sipping that Wock, yeah I go to the top |
| Buss on yo bitch like a Glock, ooh |
| She like to suck on my clock, ooh (Yeah) |
| I get the money, don’t stop, Dexter! |
| Hah, ya know what I’m saying? |
| Like I, I, I know you like this beat too |
| But you a fucking goofy though (Fucking lame ass nigga) |
| A-wait, ooh |
| Word around, word around, word around town (Bitch) |
| I heard this boy was a clown, ooh (Was a clown) |
| Swim in yo bitch once I drown, ooh (I do) |
| Calling my plug for the pound, wait |
| Odd Future, yeah it’s right on my clothes |
| Bad bitch, yeah I watch her do coke (What) |
| Broke as hell, I used to sleep on the floor |
| I never do it no more, ooh (A-what) |
| Tellin' you broke it’s no joke, ooh |
| I used to kick in that door (Kick in that door) |
| Wait, now I’m selling out them shows |
| One on my wrist, Fendi right on my clothes, huh (What) |
| Hold on lil' mama you tweakin' (Baby, you tweakin') |
| A bad bitch, Puerto Rican (Puerto Rican, what) |
| I get her off molly, she geeking |
| Call up your friends, we’ll be set for the weekend |
| Dexter! |
| Ya know what I’m sayin? |
| Like, no no no |
| We can only chill for a weekend then you gotta go |
| Tell your friend too |
| I’m one of the prettiest motherfuckers you’ve ever seen |
| Order VLONE, color orange mango label |
| Rotary phone (Whoo) in my old school Mercedes |
| Smoke OG Grown (Whoo) when I’m Californicating |
| I got three phones, business, conversation, and relation |
| Hol' up, wait a sec', wait a min', wait a tic |
| Jacob my wrist, nothing was fake on my wrist |
| Four finger ring on my hand |
| Say what you say to my wrist, talk to the hand |
| Don’t wanna resort to the hands |
| What the face say to the fist? |
| (I'm Rick James, bitch!) |
| Hah, funny as shit, a fifth of the tab |
| Suck on her tits, go back to the pad |
| Watched «Dexter's Lab» on the 'Flix |
| Uhh, speed it up, speed it up, speed it up (Ah) |
| Just did this track then I beat it up (Ah) |
| Acne, my jacket from Sweden (Huh) |
| My chicks don’t exactly know English (What?) |
| They ain’t about that action of no beefing, ahh |
| I might as well go back to vegan (Um) |
| My shit might go platinum first week (Uh) |
| Play this shit back and repeat it (Uh) |
| Word around, word of mouth, word around town |
| You the one doin' all the murder 'round town |
| Pullin' up, shootin', leave the burner downtown |
| Shoot it like the birdy 'cause they all fly south |
| Whippin', I’m whippin', I’m whippin' the wrists |
| I’m fucking your bitch and I’m up in your fridge |
| I only tell stories of tuckin' in kids |
| So how in the fuck can they fuck with the kid? |
| Hah, funny as shit, I was missing a bit |
| I’m back in my bag, back to the pad |
| Watched «Dexter's Lab» on the 'Flix |
| Good job, 1st |