Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On the Regular , by - Shamir. Release date: 17.05.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
On the Regular |
| Hi, hi, howdy, howdy, hi, hi! |
| While everyone is minus, you could call me multiply |
| Just so you know, yes, yes, I’m that guy |
| You could get five fingers and I’m not waving «hi» |
| Guess I’m never-ending, you could call me pi |
| But really, how long till the world realize |
| Yes, yes I’m the best, fuck what you heard |
| Anything less is obviously absurd |
| Haters get the bird, more like an eagle |
| This is my movie, stay tuned for the sequel |
| Seems so wrong, seems so illegal |
| Fellas in the back like a foul-ball free-throw |
| Yep, yep, you know that I go |
| This is me on the regular, so you know |
| This is me on the regular, so you know |
| I come with the tip, with the blow, with the boom |
| And if you’re in my way, there’s nothing but doom |
| Ain’t got no time for you ratchet-ass goons |
| And just settle down, listen to my tunes |
| Ever since I was eight I was attached to the mic |
| Wanted a guitar before I wanted a bike |
| Had an Epiphone, fuck a Fisher-Price |
| Never see the sun cause I’m up all night (What) |
| Really, really? |
| Really, really? |
| You want to talk shit but you know that I am illy? |
| Illy to the fullest, you can call me cancer |
| No multiple choice, cause I’m the only answer |
| Ain’t got no wallet, only use rubber bands |
| You know my chick is ratchet cause that’s what make her dance |
| You wanna get at me, but you don’t stand a chance |
| And if you wanna fuck, yes you can |
| Haters get the bird, more like an eagle |
| This is my movie, stay tuned for the sequel |
| Seems so wrong, seems so illegal |
| Fellas in the back like a foul-ball free-throw |
| Five-foot-ten, about a buck twenty |
| Skinny as a rod but still won’t fuck with me |
| Wise ass nigga, you’d think I was 50 |
| But I take your 50 after you take this spliff, see? |
| Don’t try me, I’m not a free sample |
| Step to me and you will be handled |
| See, that’s my crown on the mantle |
| And if you try to touch it, yes, there will be scandal |
| This is the end, but you really feeling it |
| Here’s one more verse, cause I ain’t no stingy bitch |
| Ain’t got much to say cause it’s in my piece |
| Guess my words are blunt and I ain’t talking weed |