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lirik lagu do not enter – famous dex

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[intro]
huh, what
huh, okay look
dexter
beep
dexter
beep
oh man godd*mn

[verse]
n*gga wanna try me, that’s anyways
look up in your face, yous a b*tch anyway
i keep me a gun imma spray everyday
huh, bad b*tch she lookin’ good, just look at her waist (oh man godd*mn)
huh, walkin’ downtown by myself, ooh, [?]
i’ont need sh*t, i don’t need no security
i got my gun with me, huh, h*llo (what?)
and that b*tch got blue tips yeah, hollows
n*ggas 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*ck yeah, not today, tomorrow
k*keep me a mac on me, shoot you in your back
n*ggas actin’ lame, yeah, that’s [?]
bad b*tches eatin’ me, they have a heart attack
huh, i be gettin’ money, blue cheese, countin’ racks (what?)
count all the money, huh? (b*tch)
b*b*bad b*tch she lookin’ good, and she want some huggy
she can get no [?], put that d*ck up in her tummy (d*ck 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*tch
huh, i f*cked your girl last night, she wasn’t sh*t (she wasn’t sh*t)
kick her out ’cause the p*ssy good, sike
her head good and that p*ssy 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 n0body
hold on b*tch, (hold on) what the f*ck 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*tch
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*tches lookin’ like some freaks, huh, yeah (wha?)
baby why you starin’, lookin’ at me, huh
huh yeah, i be in the f*ckin’ 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*tch 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*tch she can’t be lazy
huh, smokin’ on this dope it have me faded (dope it got me faded
all these b*tches 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*tch)
huh, thot

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