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lirik lagu crazy me – famous dex

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(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…)

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?

(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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