CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : .380
Freestyle sh*t, ooh
Dexter
Dexter
I don't, I just dropped somethin' right there (What?)
Yeah, what? ([?] on the beat), ha
Oh man goddamn
Five b*t*hes 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***a with holes in his shirt (Ha)
Got a bad b*t*h, swear to God she like the Perkies, ooh
Make that b*t*h do the Perc walk (Perc walk), huh
Need to [?] and I don't even know y'all
All these b*t*hes wanna suck mе (Huh?)
I be getting money, hеll yeah, I'm on TV (Hell yeah)
My name is Dexter, hell 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*t*h wanna flirt (Flirt), huh
I don't even know her name, she suck on my d**k (Ooh)
And I know the b*t*h 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*t*h and you know that b*t*h a thot
b*t*hes window
Get the money, hell 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*t*hes on my plate
She wanna f**k 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***a, but I came from the bay, huh
Yeah, I come from Chicago
Last n***a run up on me, he got them hollows (Baow)
Bad b*t*hes wanna suck me, told that b*t*h "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**k, huh (f**k, huh, ha)
I don't wanna f**k with you, baby girl, you be trippin'
But I'm goin' back in this sh*t though
Stupid ass (Oh man goddamn)
Huh, yeah
n***as 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***a and I'm crazy (Crazy)
Run up on me, boy, he get the .380
And I ain't talkin' 'bout no motherf**kin' BB gun (What?), ha
Last year, yeah, b*t*h, we had some fun
Now she wanna f**k me 'cause she know I'm on (What?)
Huh, you don't even know one song ha (Lil' b*t*h), ooh
Bad b*t*h 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*t*h, 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 goddamn)
I ain't even gotta bluff
pu**y
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**k Famous Dex, b*t*h (f**k Famous Dex, b*t*h)
Dexter
Yeah, what? Ha, huh
Yeah, what? Yeah, what? Yeah, what? Huh
Oh man goddamn
Dexter
Dexter
I don't, I just dropped somethin' right there (What?)
Yeah, what? ([?] on the beat), ha
Oh man goddamn
Five b*t*hes 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***a with holes in his shirt (Ha)
Got a bad b*t*h, swear to God she like the Perkies, ooh
Make that b*t*h do the Perc walk (Perc walk), huh
Need to [?] and I don't even know y'all
All these b*t*hes wanna suck mе (Huh?)
I be getting money, hеll yeah, I'm on TV (Hell yeah)
My name is Dexter, hell 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*t*h wanna flirt (Flirt), huh
I don't even know her name, she suck on my d**k (Ooh)
And I know the b*t*h 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*t*h and you know that b*t*h a thot
b*t*hes window
Get the money, hell 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*t*hes on my plate
She wanna f**k 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***a, but I came from the bay, huh
Yeah, I come from Chicago
Last n***a run up on me, he got them hollows (Baow)
Bad b*t*hes wanna suck me, told that b*t*h "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**k, huh (f**k, huh, ha)
I don't wanna f**k with you, baby girl, you be trippin'
But I'm goin' back in this sh*t though
Stupid ass (Oh man goddamn)
Huh, yeah
n***as 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***a and I'm crazy (Crazy)
Run up on me, boy, he get the .380
And I ain't talkin' 'bout no motherf**kin' BB gun (What?), ha
Last year, yeah, b*t*h, we had some fun
Now she wanna f**k me 'cause she know I'm on (What?)
Huh, you don't even know one song ha (Lil' b*t*h), ooh
Bad b*t*h 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*t*h, 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 goddamn)
I ain't even gotta bluff
pu**y
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**k Famous Dex, b*t*h (f**k Famous Dex, b*t*h)
Dexter
Yeah, what? Ha, huh
Yeah, what? Yeah, what? Yeah, what? Huh
Oh man goddamn
