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