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famous dex – crazy me lyrics

(swear to god..
what#what the— what the f#ck?
dexter!
uh…uh…uh..uh…uh dexter! dexter!
just look in the sky and think i’m a star..)

just look in the sky and wish i’m a star
i f#ck that b#tch off a bar
she wanna hop in my car
she give me top in the car
wait
i might just break out her back
never lackin, ridin around with a mac
i see your asses is dat
what was that sh#t you was sayin on the internet?

know you ain’t tuff, huh, p#ssy n#gga you a bluff, huh
boy wassup?
draco, n#gga, make your ass turn up
to launch me i f#ck a little b#tch you feel me
you run up on me yeah you feel it
that pack on me then we gon’ sell it
i got the glock in the ziplock
i’m sippin lean till my heart stop
that pack on me now with a mailbox
the sh#ll so hot that i’m h#ll hot
oo hot like the devil
i push chanel like a shovel
30 on me it don’t let up
what? oo
that boy got the hiccups

but we got the set up, can’t trust a b#tch, boy here not to setup
oo don’t let up
free all my homies tell them boys don’t let up
choppa with the beam on it
i make a b#tch wanna sing on it
she f#ckin [?] on me
she leaving ’cause you be funny (wow ohmangoddman)

huh oo bye bye
you run up on me boy i swear you will die
30 on me turn that n#gga to a fry
just chop on the block boy i swear i can’t lie
mike on the beat so i k!lled it
i got them bullets you know you will feel it
oo honey i’m itchin
perc10 got my whole body itchin
oo wait a minute huh my heart be beatin huh
oo wait a minute i swear who i’m seeing
yeah peek#a#boo, b#tch like duck duck goose
my 30 on me and i shoot at you
you could be a duck stuffed too (for real)
and it ain’t funny, my diamond my t##th yeah it jump like a bunny
got too many lil b#tches, yeah i swear they be on me
oo oo gone in the morning
huh yeah f#ck her
f#ck her friend too, bust her
bust it down too love em
on little b#tch oo no sir
i f#ck her one time and she go, sir
out the back door yeah i curse her
huh scratchin my schedule
i don’t even, won’t even text her
back to the schedule i keep a gun heavy metal
this boy not on my level, oo he worship the devil
yeah b#tch you a hoe, run up on me yeah i swear you can’t show
i sippin lean down my throat
i’m sippin lean oh go
yeah huh gone, b#tch

(and it freestyled by the way too, all this sh#t off the top, you know what i’m saying, you know, all this sh#t, you know what i’m saying, i’m high as h#ll in this b#tch, yessir. you know who with me, you know what i’m saying, my f#cking little brother splurge…)

(huh b#tch ass n#gga all that sh#t you was talking on the intern—what’s up? you ain’t tuff now huh? yeah i know. shut up, b#tch ass n#gga. pass me some gas…)

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