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famous dex - out the window lyrics

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[intro]
glohan, you need to grow up
dexter
dexter
uh dexter, uh yea, uh what

[chorus]
look at my chain, my ring, my watch
swear to god, yeah, my sh-t glow
look at your chain, your ring, your watch
throw that sh-t right out the window
bad b-tch, tell the b-tch get low
fifty shot, boy better get low
smokin’ dope right with my kinfolk
ride in a mazi, h-ll nah, no rental
look at my chain, my ring, my watch
swear to god, yeah, my sh-t glow
look at your chain, your ring, your watch
throw that sh-t right out the window
bad b-tch, tell the b-tch get low
fifty shot, boy better get low
smokin’ dope right with my kinfolk
ride in a mazi, h-ll nah, no rental

[verse 1]
pull up with ty, got a lil b-tch and she bi
swear to god, man she ain’t mad, but that b-tch fire
swear to god, man, that b-tch, she fire
feed her a lil molly she high, ooh, what (uh dexter)
run to the money’s a must, ooh
i used to ride in a bus, huh
now i got bentley truck
used to broke, now i’m havin’ stuff (uh what)
wait, yea, ohh, look at my diamonds not fake, huh
ap, yeah, i skate, huh
costin’ ’bout 80k, ooh, yeah, what
i was just broke in the days, just straight
now i’m just geekin’ on stage
pop me two pills, it’s fake
f-ck your b-tch, pull on her braids, what, yea, huh, ooh
i like to cool in new york, huh
all the n-gg-s really dorks, huh
gettin’ money is a sport (gettin’ money is a sport)
huh, what, yea
i used to sleep on the floor, huh
swear to god, used to be broke, huh
i ain’t goin’ back no more, huh
huh, yea, dexter

[chorus]
look at my chain, my ring, my watch
swear to god, yeah, my sh-t glow
look at your chain, your ring, your watch
throw that sh-t right out the window
bad b-tch, tell the b-tch get low
fifty shot, boy better get low
smokin’ dope right with my kinfolk
ride in a mazi, h-ll nah, no rental
look at my chain, my ring, my watch
swear to god, yeah, my sh-t glow
look at your chain, your ring, your watch
throw that sh-t right out the window
bad b-tch, tell the b-tch get low
fifty shot, boy better get low
smokin’ dope right with my kinfolk
ride in a mazi, h-ll nah, no rental

[interlude]
throw out the window
bad lil b-tch, tell her
i get lit with ty though
in new york with ty though
ty though, what

[instrumental bridge]

[chorus]
ooh, huh
look at my chain, my ring, my watch
swear to god, yeah, my sh-t glow
look at your chain, your ring, your watch
throw that sh-t right out the window
bad b-tch, tell the b-tch get low
fifty shot, boy better get low
smokin’ dope right with my kinfolk
ride in a mazi, h-ll nah, no rental
look at my chain, my ring, my watch
swear to god, yeah, my sh-t glow
look at your chain, your ring, your watch
throw that sh-t right out the window
bad b-tch, tell the b-tch get low
fifty shot, boy better get low
smokin’ dope right with my kinfolk
ride in a mazi, h-ll nah, no rental



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