Jay Critch – What You like Lyrics

[Intro: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
Hey
Lil’ bitch wanna
Every night
That’s alright
Got a
On the ice
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Hey (yuh)

[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
She tryna get lit, lit a life (what)
Lil’ bitch wanna suck me every night (lil’ bitch)
That’s alright, lotta Henny on the ice (huh)
Pour the Sprite, red bottoms with the spikes (yuh, yuh)
Count blue chips, pull up in a Lamb, got a heist, I’m so high (skrr)
I’m so hood rich, we got weed and Xans, what you like? (what)
Cut the bullshit, she ain’t talkin’ bands, ain’t my type
Got a full clip, pull up on ’em blam, see the light (huh)

[Verse 1: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
Lotta jewelry on me, diamonds on me dance, see the light
Fuck the jury, free my niggas out the jam, only right (out the jam)
Got a toolie on me, heard they tryna plan on the ice
But I got tango with me now, I bet your man’s thinkin’ twice (grraow)
My new bitch lookin’ like Kim, though (Kim, though)
Diamonds they hittin’ like Kimbo (like Kimbo)
Pull up in the Saint Laurent shit (hey)
These niggas be talkin’, ain’t on shit (yeah)
These niggas be talkin’, they startin’ shit (no)
Got ice my neck like four degrees (like four degrees)
I got water my neck like Palm Springs (like Palm Springs)
I got all of the money, she notice me (she notice me, yuh)

[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
She tryna get lit, lit a life (what)
Lil’ bitch wanna suck me every night (lil’ bitch)
That’s alright, lotta Henny on the ice (huh)
Pour the Sprite, red bottoms with the spikes (yuh, yuh)
Count blue chips, pull up in a Lamb, got a heist, I’m so high (skrr)
I’m so hood rich, we got weed and Xans, what you like? (what)
Cut the bullshit, she ain’t talkin’ bands, ain’t my type
Got a full clip, pull up on ’em blam, see the light (huh)

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
New freezer on my wrist, I bet she notice me (what)
That bitch actin’ too bougie but eat Applebee’s (stupid bitch)
Four rings, that’s a new crib (whoo)
Break a bitch like a twig (huh)
Yeah, I’ll smoke you like a cig (yuh)
BK to the bridge (yuh, yeah)
Pussy too good, make a boo (boo)
I got a Masi, a coupe (skrr)
Smokin’ strong like I’m Snoop (huh)
Eatin’ chicken noodle soup (yuh)
My bitch she wanted a Beamer (a Beamer)
You can’t ball from the bleachers (what)
Two seater with a eater (two sweater)
Jay Critch with the skeezers (whoo)
I need my money right now (right now)
Don’t want wanna fuck, get the mouth (ugh)
Gucci, lean, that’s a house (Gucci)
Too much money, can’t count (can’t count)
I had to shout out to Yeezy (Yeezy)
Fuckin’ your bitch in some Yeezys (what)
Too much money for a feature (huh)
Bitch too foreign, I don’t need her (bitch)

[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
She tryna get lit, lit a life (what)
Lil’ bitch wanna suck me every night (lil’ bitch)
That’s alright, lotta Henny on the ice (huh)
Pour the Sprite, red bottoms with the spikes (yuh, yuh)
Count blue chips, pull up in a Lamb, got a heist, I’m so high (skrr)
I’m so hood rich, we got weed and Xans, what you like? (what)
Cut the bullshit, she ain’t talkin’ bands, ain’t my type
Got a full clip, pull up on ’em blam, see the light (huh)

[Outro]
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Still sippin – Jay Critch feat. Rich the Kid lyrics

Lyrics Jay Critch – Still sippin

I pour a 4 I’m leaning
I pour a 8 I’m sleeping
Pour out the pint it’s bleeding
Who got the drank? I need it
Double cup, I got the clean know Imma pour it up
She hate when I’m sipping she know I don’t give a f**k
Don’t touch my cup b***h
Need more seals quick
I can’t spill this, still got a activis
Who dat GP versuri-lyrics.info
A box of the pints in the truck when they call me
I might pull up the rari
Sippin that fanta pardon me
Y’all drinking that garbage a*s quality
I got a 2 liter on me
Only pour up with my homies
Don’t ask me if you don’t know me
Slowed up, momma said put that drink s**t up
But I’m in love with my cup
I keep sippin and sippin.(still sippin)

(Yo pass that cup, hey)
Matter fact go make that a double cup
Went and got me two bitches I doubled up
That’s your wifey why she wanna come with us
Let her sip on my cup and she fell in love
I might put my main b***h in Celine
This drank got me deep in my dreams
Fell asleep I was whipping the V
Pull up and I’m making a scene
Why they talking ain’t making no cheese
Your opinion don’t matter to me
Like a farmer I gather the green
Name a young nigga harder than me
She be sucking me up she a leech
F**k the wave we done started a beach
I’ve been balling lil nigga don’t reach
She keep calling I don’t wanna speak
But I just spent a bag on some feets
Shits might last me a week
Woke up in the Jag with a freak
Cup full of red like it bleed
Then we go hit the stain like bleach
I’m scoring see you in the bleachers
I’m snoring got lean and some reefer
She broke? No I don’t wanna meet herrr.
Jay Critch lyrics
Video sippin

Speak up – Jay Critch lyrics

Lyrics Jay Critch – Speak up

Hey, yeah, hey.
He said he talking money
Speak up nigga, nobody heard ya.
She said I move too funny
Racks up, shawty I gotta curve you.
Remember running off a pack,
It’s in the hood what you need, Imma serve you
Broke b*tch get back if she ain’t talking chicken then I’m allergic, heyy
Imma pull up and I’m flexin on purpose.
Aye, Imma smoke this jat and get honey bourbon
Hey diamonds on me, shawty why you so nervous
Shawty I’m hot like the furnace
Imma go and get the wraith swervin
I need a cape, woke up see in all my dreams.
These niggas turn fake
F*ck niggas, ain’t on the team
They should have nothing to say
Niggas ain’t tryna get to the cheese.

Told them to get out my way
Do the most for the loot Imma feen. (x3)

You could get hit with the k
Shooters running down make a scene
You could get hit with the k
Shooters running down with the beam
She all in my face want the diamonds
She don’t really want me.
She calling me bae and I want the pus*y
But I really want green bruh
Keep talking this tough sh*t
But that nigga pus*y he don’t really want beef.
Really gettin’ tired of the subductions
Shut em up, throw em back in the v
Broke boy change the subject
Ain’t talkin’ money, you ain’t talkin’ to me.
She sucking seed like the rug
Rats told her pull up, told her get on her knees
Come here let me touch that.
Shawty bad tryna get in between these niggas
Suspect they too fake, had to roll up the weed.
Hatch a Buddha back right pour 4 in the lean
And I’m too clutch 3 seconds and they passing to me.
I’m like boo yah I just hit a lick for the piece.

Hey, you a loser
Diamonds on me dance Billie Jean
Big body take up 2 lanes,
I’mma do the dash like Usain
I don’t give a f*ck what you say
Imma get the cash, I’m too prayed.
Tryna get the cash, you too late
Diamonds they flash kool-aid,
All black jack dooms day.
Poured fendi in the bag whohey

Hey, yeah, hey.
He said he talking money
Speak up nigga, nobody heard ya.
She said I move too funny
Racks up, shawty I gotta curve you.
Remember running off a pack,
It’s in the hood what you need, Imma serve you
Broke b*tch get back if she ain’t talking chicken then I’m allergic, heyy
Imma pull up and I’m flexin on purpose.
Aye, Imma smoke this jat and get honey bourbon
Hey diamonds on me, shawty why you so nervous
Shawty I’m hot like the furnace
Imma go and get the wraith swervin
I need a cape, woke up see in all my dreams.
These niggas turn fake versuri-lyrics.info
F*ck niggas, ain’t on the team
They should have nothing to say
Niggas ain’t tryna get to the cheese.

Told them to get out my way
Do the most for the loot Imma feennn. (x3)
Jay Critch lyrics
Video up

Talk about – Jay Critch feat. Rich the Kid lyrics

Lyrics Jay Critch – Talk about

Pierre, you wanna come out here?
What’s all the talk about?
What’s all the talk about?
What’s all the talk about?

What’s all the talk about?
I hear they chat, they ain’t talkin’ no brag
I gotta walk it out
Hundred racks, can’t fit in the bag
Check the McFlurry
That’s a lot of ice, walkin’ around with a slab
Vision get blurry, ayy
Diamonds moving like the shits got lag
I need M’s in the safe, no lie
President like I talk to the dad
Play it safe, boy you come in last
Residents got me finding your head
Out the roof, we ain’t following no rules
Niggas feeling froggy, we the type to change a nigga’s mood, ayyy.

I came up on one and made it two, ayy
That b***h tryna link, b***h it’s too late
Lotta lead up in my cup, used to be Kool-Aid
Hologram all on these busters like the Bluray
How your man be switching up over some loose change?
Goin’ in like Liu Keng, ’til a nigga too paid
We got Henny and the D’usse
She a freaky lil b***h, she bad
Suck me up and my boxers rip
Diamonds hittin’, yeah boxin’ b***h.

What’s all the talk about?
I hear they chat, they ain’t talkin’ no brag
I gotta walk it out
Hundred racks, can’t fit in the bag
Check the McFlurry
That’s a lot of ice, walkin’ around with a slab
Vision get blurry, ayy
Diamonds moving like the shits got lag
I need M’s in the safe, no lie
President like I talk to the dad
Play it safe, boy you come in last
Residents got me finding your head
Out the roof, we ain’t following no rules
Niggas feeling froggy, we the type to change a nigga’s mood, ayy.

I do numbers, Bentley truck no Hummer
Shitting on these niggas, call the plumber
Ain’t nothing to talk about
Wrist on bust down, hold it out
I bought a pint just to pour it out
F**k her one time and I kick her out
She say I’m rude
Boyfriend call, I’m killing the mood
Go to the moon versuri-lyrics.info
Run up on me, get hit with a boom
Gucci on my glasses
I don’t want no Bally
B***h I’m in New York
I’m smoking Cali, I got salad.

What’s all the talk about?
I hear they chat, they ain’t talkin’ no brag
I gotta walk it out
Hundred racks, can’t fit in the bag
Check the McFlurry
That’s a lot of ice, walkin’ around with a slab
Vision get blurry, ayy
Diamonds moving like the shits got lag
I need M’s in the safe, no lie
President like I talk to the dad
Play it safe, boy you come in last
Residents got me finding your head
Out the roof, we ain’t following no rules
Niggas feeling froggy, we the type to change a nigga’s mood, ayyy.
Jay Critch lyrics
Video about

Nintendo – Rich the Kid feat. Jay Critch lyrics

Lyrics Rich the Kid – Nintendo

New coupe, lane switch though
Couple bands on the fit though
I’ma go and get the wrist froze
Hey, chains shine like a disco
Got to keep the heater ’cause my s**t cold
Pull up stuntin’ with a rich ho.
Ayyy, she playin’ games like Nintendo
I was trappin’ out the bando
She wanna f*ck me ’cause my wrist froze
Ayy, two seater, no four door
I was runnin’ from the five-ohhh
Kick a b*tch out the back door.

Remember runnin’ out the back door
I need all the pounds, where it’s at though?
We was broke, where was you at though?
Me and bunny was juggin’ them packs though
We was doin’ a lot for the green
In the telly she suckin’ up seed
In the telly, her head in the sheets
Shawty came through just to eat
They like why he got spikes on his feet?
They like is that LaRon on the beat?
Me and Vic had to Balmain the jeans
Hit a lick, I ran off with the cheese
She keep suckin’ me up, she a skeeze
I’ma pass her off to kilo
Niggas trappin’, moving kilos
My niggas stickin’ to the G code.

New coupe, lane switch though
Couple bands on the fit though
I’ma go and get the wrist froze
Hey, chains shine like a disco
Got to keep the heater ’cause my s**t cold
Pull up stuntin’ with a rich ho
Ayy, she playin’ games like Nintendo
I was trappin’ out the bando
She wanna f*ck me ’cause my wrist froze
Ayy, two seater, no four door
I was runnin’ from the five-oh
Kick a b*tch out the back door.

Too many racks in my jeans
I broke the money machine
She was f*ckin’ for Celene
Trappin’, break the triple beam
New wave, young niggas gettin’ paid
Way too much Act with the Sprite
I need the racks in my life
IPhone and the beeper
I was trappin’ out the bando
Kicking b*tches out the back door
Give me top, now she got to go
The money keep liftin’ my vans
She want the molly, she tan
She lick it right off my hand
She a freaky lil b*tch
Versuri-lyrics.info
Did it again, now we rich
My niggas trappin’ the bricks
I can teach you how to whip
Chains shine like disco
Throw the b*tch out the window
She only want me ’cause my wrist froze
Count it up ’til the bank close.

New coupe, lane switch though
Couple bands on the fit though
I’ma go and get the wrist froze
Hey, chains shine like a disco
Got to keep the heater ’cause my s**t cold
Pull up stuntin’ with a rich ho
Ayy, she playin’ games like Nintendo
I was trappin’ out the bando
She wanna f*ck me ’cause my wrist froze
Ayy, two seater, no four door
I was runnin’ from the five-oh
Kick a b*tch out the back doorrr.
Rich the Kid lyrics
Video Rich the Kid

Did it again – Jay Critch feat. Rich the Kid lyrics

Lyrics Jay Critch – Did it again

Came up on some bands
Balmain the sweater, Truey the pants
He did it again
Damn I did it again, damn that boy shitted again
Juuging again, that boy juuging again
Did he just hit another lick? damn
Did he just run off with your shit? damn
Did he just pull up in a whip? damn
Did he just f*ck another b*tch? yup
And she just did one hundred tricks, damn
She a freaky lil b*tch
Smoking dope, hide the breeze out the whip
Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands
Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands.

Wear the Balmain like a Nike Tech
I be ballin’ like Mike and them
I got two TECs like I fight the ref
P*ssy boy know it’s on sight for him
Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands
Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands.

Wear the Balmain like a Nike Tech
I be ballin’ like Mike and them
I got two TECs like I fight the ref
P*ssy boy know it’s on sight for him
Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands
Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands.

I seen that cash from afar
I go to work for them bands, see the scars
My weed make you dance with the stars
Supersize my pockets, I’m living large
McQueen gold on the scarf
My shooters come out after dark
I been 730 from the start
It’s KD, yeah that young boy go hard
I came through it all in designer
These b*tches on me like piranhas
My b*tch a G, she’ll align ya
They like goddamn where you find her
Ass so fat gotta climb her
Ass so fat gotta climb her
I’ma f*ck that girl then go rewind her
I got hoes poppin’ up like reminders
Niggas folding up like a binder
Ain’t no holding up, I’m on fire
I be ballin’ out, 49ers
I be boolin’ out like recliners
We gon’ shoot it out when we find ya
I’ma stack it up like a diner
I’ma stack it up like the diner
No I stack it up like the waffle house
With this ho we got nothing to talk about
I’ma hit it then tell her to walk it out
I wanna talk to this guap when I’m talking now
All my niggas keep yops and we walk around
All my niggas talkin’ them digits
Baby I talk it, I live it
How he ballin’, girl he moving his pivot
Told Vic pull up with some b*tches
Got the Henny in my cup, got a couple lil sluts
They gon’ do it for the buzz
I know she gon’ give it up.

Came up on some bands
Balmain the sweater, Truey the pants
He did it again
Damn I did it again, damn that boy shitted again
Juuging again, that boy juuging again
Did he just hit another lick? damn
Did he just run off with your shit? damn
Did he just pull up in a whip? damn
Did he just f*ck another b*tch? yup
And she just did one hundred tricks, damn
She a freaky lil b*tch
Smoking dope, hide the breeze out the whip
B*tch I’m smoking weed in the six
Some of my niggas bloods, some of ‘em crips.

Wear the Balmain like a Nike check
I be ballin’ like Mike and them
I got two TECs like I fight the ref
P*ssy boy know it’s on sight for him
Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands
Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands.
B*tch I be ballin’ like Mike and them
Way too much Act, get a Sprite for him
F*ck her one time, bought the ho a Benz
I’m breaking her off, tell her bring her friends
F*ck up a check, I got plenty
You mad cause your pockets is empty
Brooklyn, pull up in a Bentley
She suckin’ me up and I bust on her titty
The roof went missing again
Racks on me, walk around with a ten
They hating on you, they don’t want you to win
Rich forever, we done did it again.

Came up on some bands
Balmain the sweater, Truey the pants
He did it again
Damn I did it again, damn that boy shitted again
Juuging again, that boy juuging again
Did he just hit another lick? damn
Did he just run off with your shit? damn
Did he just pull up in a whip? damn
Did he just f*ck another b*tch? yup
And she just did one hundred tricks, damn
She a freaky lil b*tch
Smoking dope, hide the breeze out the whip
b*tch I’m smoking weed in the six
Some of my niggas bloods, some of ‘em crips.

Wear the Balmain like a Nike check
I be ballin’ like Mike and them
I got two TECs like I fight the ref
Pussy boy know it’s on sight for him
Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands
Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bandsss.
Jay Critch lyrics
Video again

Famous Dex – So Mad (feat. Rich The Kid)

[Intro: Famous Dex]
Dexter, Dexter
Dexter, Dexter, Dexter
[?] me that bro, I mean
No, fuck it
Come here lil bitch sis
Wait, lil boy why you so mad?
Lil boy, why do you hate?
I get that money, I’m straight
I been kinda good too
Like I don’t care about a hater
You can say whatever you wanna say
Ah-Dexter!

[Hook: Famous Dex]
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money, I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag

[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucked your lil bitch, I just bought her a bag
I ain’t even gotta brag
You can just tell by my bag
30 on me, yeah I’m glad
Run up on him, swear to god you a fag
I don’t even need a mask, I just run right to the cash
Fat bitch, she suck me right when that jet land
I’m feeling good, I’m like Batman
And you now I got my gang man
You run up on me you a dead man
Ooh, why you so mad?
Lil boy, why you still hate?
I get that money I’m straight
Fuck your lil bitch in her face
Wait, I bust in her face
Ooh ooh, why you so mad?
Boy why you so mad?
Ooh ooh, why you so mad?
Fuck your lil bitch, I bought her a bag

[Hook: Famous Dex]
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money, I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Why you mad?
Bad bitch, fuck and bought her a bag
Young nigga had to get to the cash
Rich Forever, put that shit on the dash
I fucked that bitch in a new coupe
I might just make her my new boo
Wrestle her, flex her
I put that ho in a stretcher
Money on the table, got money on the floor
Sippin’ lean, pour a four in the jones
She suck me up, make her Uber home
Why you so mad I flex on these hoes?
Money machine, fuck around, broke
Me and Jay Critch run up an O
Dexter, Rich Forever, whippin’ a bowl
White bitch throw the dope in her nose
I had a bitch named Sandy
Rollie gold like a Grammy
Might blind your bitch, that’s a diamond wrist
Pull up in a Rari, no Camry

[Hook: Famous Dex]
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money, I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag

Rich The Kid & Famous Dex – So Mad

[Intro: Famous Dex]
Dexter, Dexter
Dexter, Dexter, Dexter
[?] me that bro, I mean
No, fuck it
Come here lil bitch sis
Wait, lil boy why you so mad?
Lil boy, why do you hate?
I get that money, I’m straight
I been kinda good too
Like I don’t care about a hater
You can say whatever you wanna say
Ah-Dexter!

[Hook: Famous Dex]
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money, I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag

[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucked your lil bitch, I just bought her a bag
I ain’t even gotta brag
You can just tell by my bag
30 on me, yeah I’m glad
Run up on him, swear to god you a fag
I don’t even need a mask, I just run right to the cash
Fat bitch, she suck me right when that jet land
I’m feeling good, I’m like Batman
And you now I got my gang man
You run up on me you a dead man
Ooh, why you so mad?
Lil boy, why you still hate?
I get that money I’m straight
Fuck your lil bitch in her face
Wait, I bust in her face
Ooh ooh, why you so mad?
Boy why you so mad?
Ooh ooh, why you so mad?
Fuck your lil bitch, I bought her a bag

[Hook: Famous Dex]
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money, I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Why you mad?
Bad bitch, fuck and bought her a bag
Young nigga had to get to the cash
Rich Forever, put that shit on the dash
I fucked that bitch in a new coupe
I might just make her my new boo
Wrestle her, flex her
I put that ho in a stretcher
Money on the table, got money on the floor
Sippin’ lean, pour a four in the jones
She suck me up, make her Uber home
Why you so mad I flex on these hoes?
Money machine, fuck around, broke
Me and Jay Critch run up an O
Dexter, Rich Forever, whippin’ a bowl
White bitch throw the dope in her nose
I had a bitch named Sandy
Rollie gold like a Grammy
Might blind your bitch, that’s a diamond wrist
Pull up in a Rari, no Camry

[Hook: Famous Dex]
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money, I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Fucking your bitch, I just bought her a bag

So mad – Famous Dex feat. Rich the Kid lyrics

Lyrics Famous Dex – So mad

Dexter, Dexter
Dexter, Dexter, Dexter
.. me that bro, I mean
No, f*ck it
Come here lil b*tch sis
Wait, lil boy why you so mad?
Lil boy, why do you hate?
I get that money, I’m straight
I been kinda good too
Like I don’t care about a hater
You can say whatever you wanna say
Ah-Dexter!

Ooooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so maaad?
Ooh, why you so maaad?
Ooh, why you so maaad?
f*cking your b*tch, I just bought her a bag
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money, I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so maaad?
Ooh, why you so maaad?
Ooh, why you so maaad?
f*cking your b*tch, I just bought her a bag.

Ooh, why you so maaad?
f*cked your lil b*tch, I just bought her a bag
I ain’t even gotta brag
You can just tell by my bag
30 on me, yeah I’m glad
Run up on him, swear to god you a fag
I don’t even need a mask, I just run right to the cash
Fat b*tch, she suck me right when that jet land
I’m feeling good, I’m like Batman
And you now I got my gang man
You run up on me you a dead man
Ooh, why you so mad?
Lil boy, why you still hate?
I get that money I’m straight
f*ck your lil b*tch in her face
Wait, I bust in her face
Ooh ooh, why you so maaad?
Boy why you so maaad?
Ooh ooh, why you so maaad?
f*ck your lil b*tch, I bought her a bag.

Ooh, why you so maaad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so maaad?
Ooh, why you so maaad?
Ooh, why you so maaad?
f*cking your b*tch, I just bought her a bag
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money, I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so maaad?
Ooh, why you so maaad?
Ooh, why you so maaad?
f*cking your b*tch, I just bought her a bag.

Why you mad?
Bad b*tch, f*ck and bought her a bag
Young nigga had to get to the cash
Rich Forever, put that shit on the dash
I f*cked that b*tch in a new coupe
I might just make her my new boo
Wrestle her, flex her
I put that ho in a stretcher
Money on the table, got money on the floor
Sippin’ lean, pour a four in the jones
She suck me up, make her Uber home
Why you so mad I flex on these hoes?
Money machine, f*ck around, broke
Me and Jay Critch run up an O
Dexter, Rich Forever, whippin’ a bowl
White b*tch throw the dope in her nose
I had a b*tch named Sandy
Rollie gold like a Grammy
Might blind your b*tch, that’s a diamond wrist
Pull up in a Rari, no Camry.

Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
f*cking your b*tch, I just bought her a bag
Ooh, why you so mad?
Wait watch ’em just hate
I get that money, I’m straight
I’m running right to the cake
I just bought me a Wraith
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
Ooh, why you so mad?
f*cking your b*tch, I just bought her a baggg.
Famous Dex lyrics
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