
Broke Black Jezuss (Ft. Famous Dex)
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[Intro: Famous Dex]
Coke, what, yeah, huh
And my niggas off, huh
And my niggas cutthroat, huh, yeah, huh
[Chorus: Famous Dex]
Remember them days I was broke
People was callin' me dirty, huh
I was trappin', I was servin'
Run up on me, swear to god I ain't worried, huh
I get that money, ain't worried, huh
.30 on me like I'm Curry, huh
.30 on me like I'm Curry
Run up on me, put it right to your jersey
Remember them days I was broke
People was callin' me dirty, huh
I was trappin', I was servin' (whoa)
Run up on me, swear to god I ain't worried, huh (yeah, Dexter)
I get that money, ain't worried, huh (yeah, Dexter)
.30 on me like I'm Curry, huh (yeah, Dexter)
.30 on me like I'm Curry (uh whoa)
Run up on me, put it right to your jersey (oh man god damn)
[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
Remember them days I was broke
I was trappin', had to get it
I was doin' it without permission
Run up on me, put it right in your fitted
I fuck his bitch, now she missin'
I fuck his bitch, we ain't kiddin'
All these niggas tryna diss me
I get the guap, yeah I get the digits
I'm from the Chi, it ain't safe, huh
I got a Glock with no safe
Run up on me, I'ma spray
Run up on me, shoot you right in yo' face
Uh what, yeah
Over east with my thugs
Yeah, what, I'm in Cali, yeah I got the plug
Coke, what, yeah, huh
And my niggas off, huh
And my niggas cutthroat, huh, yeah, huh
[Chorus: Famous Dex]
Remember them days I was broke
People was callin' me dirty, huh
I was trappin', I was servin'
Run up on me, swear to god I ain't worried, huh
I get that money, ain't worried, huh
.30 on me like I'm Curry, huh
.30 on me like I'm Curry
Run up on me, put it right to your jersey
Remember them days I was broke
People was callin' me dirty, huh
I was trappin', I was servin' (whoa)
Run up on me, swear to god I ain't worried, huh (yeah, Dexter)
I get that money, ain't worried, huh (yeah, Dexter)
.30 on me like I'm Curry, huh (yeah, Dexter)
.30 on me like I'm Curry (uh whoa)
Run up on me, put it right to your jersey (oh man god damn)
[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
Remember them days I was broke
I was trappin', had to get it
I was doin' it without permission
Run up on me, put it right in your fitted
I fuck his bitch, now she missin'
I fuck his bitch, we ain't kiddin'
All these niggas tryna diss me
I get the guap, yeah I get the digits
I'm from the Chi, it ain't safe, huh
I got a Glock with no safe
Run up on me, I'ma spray
Run up on me, shoot you right in yo' face
Uh what, yeah
Over east with my thugs
Yeah, what, I'm in Cali, yeah I got the plug
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