Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Regular, artist - LUD FOE. Date of issue: 31.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |