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Дата випуску: 31.12.2016
Вікові обмеження: 18+
Мова пісні: Англійська
Regular |
I’m not a regular nigga, I don’t do regular shit |
Ima kick her out my spot if she a regular bitch |
If you ain’t talking bout that money quit that yellin and shit |
Stool Pigeon ass niggas always telling some shit |
I got hoes walking barefoot on these marble floors |
She left her shoes by the door right next to her clothes |
Tryna put my dick in that hoe under her nose |
And we ain’t fucking with no snitches, nah we don’t do those |
We pat you down in case you gotta wire under ya clothes |
Answer the door with the snub nose under my robe |
I gotta 100 round drum I ain’t gotta reload |
She tryna fuck for my chips she won’t get my Frito’s |
Knock on yo door, blow yo face off through the peep hole |
We see these lames with they hoes so we came to repo |
Don’t give no fuck what he said he ain’t scaring me tho |
These niggas know we got more poles than home depot Check my temperature |
jewelry froze I’m below zero |
These pills got me cocked-eyed lookin like debo |
I been lookin for that pussy nigga he a nemo |
I did my homework and found out where he be tho |
Fuck a hater dawg gucci lens I don’t see those |
Got piranhas in the wall you ain’t even see those |
Nigga on the table I done shook a half a kilo |
I be wrappin them burritos with my amigos |
Her head low kissin dick under the mistletoe |
I catch amnesia on a hoe but she remember me tho |
My choppa loud yea this bitch sing high c-notes |
Winter time, trappin in the snow, gucci pea coat |
Bag on ya head kill ya for a 100 seenos |
Junkies in the trap they done smoked a 100 primos |
I just hit a lick for 50k at the casino, I’m a bulldog baby girl I’m striped uno |
I coulda swore I just seen future I’m a pluto |
Got hot guns on our waists cause we just blew those |
Sellin packs on the corner bitch I ran through those |
Shoot the choppa this muthafucka kick like judo |
Fuck a doctor you ain’t gone need that ya casket closed |
Talkin fashion bitch I swag in designer clothes |
I wonder can you picture me rollin in that Gallardo |
Imma shooter and Imma star, Imma shooting star |
Haters tried to tear me apart but they didn’t get far |
2 2−3's in my AR bullets flip yo car |
Nigga say you got war wounds I don’t see no scars |
Blue and white, we go the other way we see those cars |
Bitches drool they see my jewels, and they slob on they shoes |
I know niggas with something to prove, they got none to lose |
I went to school with that tool, boy you bullying who |
I got dope, rock, weed I’ll sell it to you |
Lil nigga don’t come on the dice |
You gamble with ya life, well that’s too bad |
Can I get that sues something I like |
I ran off with his bitch, now he too mad |
Get her from 'round town for that price |
Aye bag on your head like a durag |
High speed chase from the vice |
Can’t keep up with my car cause it’s too fast |
Yea I done ran up my price, and now I can buy my bitch a new ass |
This expensive pussy tight, got too excited so I nutted too fast |
I remember sleeping with the mice |
Thirty deep in the hallway shooting dice, that street life |
Growing up wasn’t nothing nice |
Had to use candles when they turned off our house lights |
Why did the fuck did you bring a knife to this gun fight |
We hit the studio and stay up the whole night |
It ain’t no stopping me, I ball like the old mike |
That nigga broke and he ain’t putting up no fight, no way |
Niggas be too busy watching me, like tmz |
Pussy nigga I’m the king of rap, just let it be |
High notes bitch my k sing like jodeci |
Two of ya’ll catch these 15 bullets a piece |
Bitch I’m dressed in all black, nigga we on all that |
You don’t want these problems then fall back |
Before you get your skull cracked |
Boy in the hood so you might get jacked |
But you won’t get your ball back |
If u get me and these problems, my choppa gon solve that |