Correction Lyrics Do Not Enter by Famous Dex

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Huh, what
Huh, Okay look
Dexter
Beep
Dexter
Beep
Oh man goddamn

N***a wanna try me, that's anyways
Look up in your face, yous a b*t*h anyway
I keep me a gun Imma spray everyday
Huh, bad b*t*h she lookin' good, just look at her waist (Oh man goddamn)
Huh, walkin' downtown by myself, ooh, [?]
I'ont need sh*t, I don't need no security
I got my gun with me, huh, hello (What?)
And that b*t*h got blue tips yeah, hollows
N***as talkin' tough on the 'Gram, huh, I know
I'ont be sayin' sh*t, I just, follow
[?], cause it shoot weird, hollow
You can suck my d**k yeah, not today, tomorrow
K-Keep me a mac on me, shoot you in your back
N***as actin' lame, yeah, that's [?]
Bad b*t*hes eatin' me, they have a heart attack
Huh, I be gettin' money, blue cheese, countin' racks (What?)
Count all the money, huh? (B*t*h)
B-B-Bad b*t*h she lookin' good, and she want some huggy
She can get no [?], put that d**k up in her tummy (D**k up in her tummy)
Run up off the xans, put the gun up he dismissed
Don't come to me with that braggin' sh*t, b*t*h
Huh, I f**ked your girl last night, she wasn't sh*t (She wasn't sh*t)
Kick her out 'cause the pu**y good, sike
Her head good and that pu**y rare, right
This a real moment yeah, save it (Huh)
Ha, notice it, put it in your dictionary, read about it
Huh, yeah, I be gettin' money, I can't see nobody
Hold on b*t*h, (Hold on) what the f**k you doin' (Oh what?)
I be gettin' money, who you talkin' 'bout, so soon? (Who you talkin' bout)
You can't sue me 'cause I be smokin' in this room, b*t*h
I be so high and I ain't talkin' no balloon sh*t
R-R-Ridin' downtown in my street, huh (Skrt)
All these b*t*hes lookin' like some freaks, huh, yeah (Wha?)
Baby why you starin', lookin' at me, huh
Huh yeah, I be in the f**kin' backseat with a Glock on my lap, yeah
'Cause I never lack, yeah
But run up on me Imma send you back, ooh (Pow Pow)
Smokin' dope, it's the thrax, huh
What you smokin' on, I know it's wack (I know it's wack), huh
Huh, ooh ooh, what, Dior
On my feet, b*t*h it's a [?]
Huh, what yeah what, gun gun gun
Shoot shoot shoot yeah, run run run
I be gettin' money yeah this sh*t is really crazy
I don't want you baby, you can really have no babies
You can't have my babies sh*t is crazy
Huh, I don't want no stanky b*t*h she can't be lazy
Huh, smokin' on this dope it have me faded (Dope it got me faded
All these b*t*hes wanna have my babies, huh, yeah
Lookin' at these hoes like 'y'all so crazy', huh, yeah
I be gettin' money on the daily, huh, ooh (B*t*h)
Huh, thot

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