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famous dex - .380 lyrics

[intro]
freestyle sh+t, ooh
dexter
dexter
i don’t, i just dropped somethin’ right there (what?)
yeah, what? ([?] on the beat), ha
oh man godd+mn

[verse 1]
five b+tches with me from when i left out the club
run up on me, i swear to god, yeah, i’ma show you somethin’ (what else?)
huh, left the n+gga with holes in his shirt (ha)
got a bad b+tch, swear to god she like the perkies, ooh
make that b+tch do the perc walk (perc walk), huh
need to [?] and i don’t even know y’all
all these b+tches wanna suck mе (huh?)
i be getting money, hеll yeah, i’m on tv (h+ll yeah)
my name is dexter, h+ll yeah, i be getting cheddar (dexter)
run up on me, swear to god, i’ma keep it real
keep a shotgun (shotgun), keep a .30 (a what?)
i keep a glock, i keep a .30, huh, yeah
run up on me, put them holes in your shirt
bad b+tch wanna flirt (flirt), huh
i don’t even know her name, she suck on my d+ck (ooh)
and i know the b+tch hurt, yeah (oh, dexter)
ride around town with a glock (skrrt)
huh, ride around town with a mop (with a mop)
wanna run up on me, yeah, stop (huh?)
huh, you see what i’m sayin’
i said ride around town with a glock (nah, for real)
ride around town with a mop (with a mop)
wanna run up on me, swear to god, boy, you getting popped
bad lil’ b+tch and you know that b+tch a thot
[?] b+tches window
get the money, h+ll yeah, with my kinfolk
remember days i ain’t have sh+t [?] (what?)
used to eat the canned goods out the window, huh
this year i’m eating steak (huh), huh
bad b+tches on my plate
she wanna f+ck me, tell that baby girl, yeah, you’re late
run up on me, put them holes right up in your face
i’m a stupid ass n+gga, but i came from the bay, huh
yeah, i come from chicago
last n+gga run up on me, he got them hollows (baow)
bad b+tches wanna suck me, told that b+tch “hold on” (uh what?)
huh, i’ve been getting money for song long
talkin’ ’bout, boy, what? huh
baby girl, you’re a sl+t
when you see me, run up on me, swear to god it’s a must, huh (it’s a what?)
when she suck me then she wanna give me f+ck, huh (f+ck, huh, ha)
[interlude]
i don’t wanna f+ck with you, baby girl, you be trippin’
but i’m goin’ back in this sh+t though
stupid ass (oh man godd+mn)
huh, yeah

[verse 2]
n+ggas be sh+ttin’ [?] like he at the game (huh?)
run up on me, swear to god, you know i shoot his range
i’m a wild ass n+gga and i’m crazy (crazy)
run up on me, boy, he get the .380
and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no motherf+ckin’ bb gun (what?), ha
last year, yeah, b+tch, we had some fun
now she wanna f+ck me ’cause she know i’m on (what?)
huh, you don’t even know one song ha (lil’ b+tch), ooh
bad b+tch lookin’ good and she got the thongs on
i was tryna take her home, home
i’ma freak and end the song, i’m tryna bone, bone, ha, yeah, huh
this a different story when you see the glocks out (yeah)
cops tryna screw us all and you know i pop out
i ain’t tryna go to jail, i ain’t tryna talk to you
run up on me, swear to god, turn your ass to mildew, yeah, b+tch, what?
i be getting money, yeah, that’s a must (that’s a must), huh
remember days riding on the bus (on the short), huh
now all i do is what? (what?) huh (oh man godd+mn)
i ain’t even gotta bluff
[outro]
p+ssy
freestyle sh+t, you know what i’m sayin’?
i’m on that real dexter sh+t, you know what i’m sayin’? (freestyle, freestyle, freestyle)
f+ck famous dex, b+tch (f+ck famous dex, b+tch)
dexter
yeah, what? ha, huh
yeah, what? yeah, what? yeah, what? huh
oh man godd+mn

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