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famous dex – shootas lyrics

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[intro]
dexter
ha, i got some dope, you know it come from california (california)
ha, ha, ha (cool with ya)
send them shooters on ya (shooters on ya)
ha, ha
she wanna f-ck, i told that b-tch at five in the mornin’ (five in the mornin’)
dexter (dexter)

[chorus]
better be cool, i send my shooters on ya (shooters on ya)
you know we never lackin’, keep them .30s on us (.30s on us)
can’t f-ck with all these n-ggas, man, they turned to phonies (turned to phonies)
you run up on me, turn that boy into bologna, yeah
better be cool, i send my shooters on ya (shooters on ya)
you know we never lackin’, keep them .30s on us (.30s on us)
can’t f-ck with all these n-ggas, man, they turned to phonies (turned to phonies)
you run up on me, turn that boy into bologna, yeah (dexter)

[verse]
f-ck up all these n-ggas, man, they turnin’ phony (they turnin’ phony)
i’m smokin’ dope, you know it come from california (you know it, ‘fornia)
i can’t tell if you know, i send my shooters on ya (i send my shooters on ya)
you flexin’ with the chain then i’ll take it from it you (i’ll take it from you)
yeah, huh (huh)
bankroll, yeah, it’s all on me (it’s all, yeah, it’s all on me, yeah)
any b-tches wanna fall on me? yeah (fall on me, yeah)
tattoos, yeah, it’s all on me (tattoos, yeah, it’s all on me, yeah)
money on me, watch, i ball on me, yeah (ball on me, yeah)
ayy, i’m not your friend (friend)
huh, pull in a maz’ or benz (skrrt, skrrt)
huh, uh, ain’t got no friends
huh, fifty for the back-end (what? yeah)
yeah, and that’s the way how it goes (way how it goes)
yeah, the b-tch sniffin’ c0ke up her nose

[chorus]
better be cool, i send my shooters on ya (shooters on ya)
you know we never lackin’, keep them .30s on us (.30s on us)
can’t f-ck with all these n-ggas, man, they turned to phonies (turned to phonies)
you run up on me, turn that boy into bologna, yeah
better be cool, i send my shooters on ya (shooters on ya)
you know we never lackin’, keep them .30s on us (.30s on us)
can’t f-ck with all these n-ggas, man, they turned to phonies (turned to phonies)
you run up on me, turn that boy into bologna (bologna), yeah

[outro]
yeah, they turn to phony
can’t f-ck with all these n-ggas, man, they turn to phony
yeah, huh
you used to be my homie
i had to f-ck your b-tch ’cause she all lonely, yeah, huh
.30 all on me
i keep a .50 on me and i’m never lonely
yeah, i’m never lonely
i don’t need no friends, just ride by my lonely
yeah, dexter



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