Where's Dexter

She wanna hang with Rich Forever
She's texting her friends like "Where's Dexter?"
I'm fucking this bitch
But her nigga jealous
She look at my wrist
That's a Richard Millie
Remember them days

Was broke
Was sleep on the floor
Huh, ain't doing it no more
Baby got good brain
Where is your throat?
I got money
Yeah, this shit on the floor

Yeah, huh, ooh, rock out at shows
I'll do it with my clothes off
I catch me a opp and
I'm taking his nose off
She give me good brain

I hope I don't doze off
Baby, you look good
Better with your clothes off
They taking these pictures with me
But, I don't know y'all

Looking at Rich
Bro, you're a show off
Can't hang with no goofies
'Cause niggas be so soft

Aye, I drop a six, then doze off
Don't kick it with niggas
I don't know y'all
Fucking all night off a Adderall
Dex dropped 150 on new teeth
The way she suck the dick

With the technique
Tryna book a show
That's a Patek Phillipe
I might walk through for 150 at least
Ooh, purple Molly
She gon' lick it off her body

Tell her, "Bust it open"
Like the old Follies
Never seen Rihanna
But my wrist Rocky (Hey)

Give her my wrist, flooded (Ice)
They keep talking
Like "Show me some money" (Show me)
He say he havin' it
We know he's frontin' (You frontin')
Baddie, and she let me all in her tummy (Baddie)
She let me all in her rib cage (Hey)

Straight off the block
To the (Skrt)
He try to play, then he's insane (Stupid)
I got more chops than a Sensei
You know Hood Fav'
I been paid (Hood Fav')

Two baddies
Tryna see what her friends say (Yeah)
I can't fuck with you niggas
You in the way (No)
And my cup full of juice
Like it's Minute Maid (Lean)

Me in all black in a foreign
The big body roaring
It look like T-Rex (Yeah)
They need to put it to rest
Why they talking to me if it's not 'bout a check? (Why?)
Louis on me when I'm chilling

A nigga still fly
I ain't gotta get dressed (Hey)
Bag on me, I'm fully invested (Yeah)
Fuck with shorty, she's good with the sex (Hey)

She wanna hang with Rich Forever
She's texting her friends like "Where's Dexter?"
I'm fucking this bitch
But her nigga jealous
She look at my wrist
That's a Richard Millie

Remember them days, was broke
Was sleep on the floor
Huh, ain't doing it no more
Baby got good brain
Where is your throat?
I got money, yeah, this shit on the floor

Yeah, huh, ooh
Rock out at shows
I'll do it with my clothes off
I catch me a opp and
I'm taking his nose off
She give me good brain
I hope I don't doze off

Baby, you look good
Better with your clothes off
They taking these pictures with me
But, I don't know y'all
Looking at Rich, bro
You're a show off
Can't hang with no goofies
'Cause niggas be so soft



Credits
Writer(s): Dexter Tiewon Jr Gore, Dimitri Leslie Roger, Jason Critchlow, Clay Hillman
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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