Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Regular, artist - Zuse. Album song Trench Zuse, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Valor
Song language: English
Regular |
| Bottle after bottle, bucket after bouquet |
| Champagne, liquor, Moët after my way |
| Lit in this bitch, going up all the way |
| Ballin' on these niggas 'cause it’s a part of me |
| Regular, yeah, regular |
| I’m fucking up the track on the regular |
| Regular, regular |
| I’m fucking up the track on the regular |
| I let the check talk, then I do the flex walk |
| I’mma make a move when the Tec spout |
| Throw up, your sex is not a flex-off |
| You can’t check a nigga like a dead ball |
| Knock your head off, nigga I’m the head boss |
| Fuck nigga had a problem then got scared off |
| Flex-up, flex-up, young nigga run to it, get your check up |
| Check up, check up, everybody know Zuse is the next up, yeah |
| Bubbly, bubbly, pulled up, young nigga sipping cake sauce |
| Bottle after bottle, bucket after bouquet |
| Champagne, liquor, Moët after my way |
| Lit in this bitch, going up all the way |
| Ballin' on these niggas 'cause it’s a part of me |
| Regular, yeah, regular |
| I’m fucking up the track on the regular |
| Regular, regular |
| I’m fucking up the track on the regular |
| I get the guap, I get the guap, I blow a bag of cash |
| Finger-fuck the money, boy, I got it, count it fast |
| Finger-fuck the money, boy, you gotta count it faster |
| Two-fifty nigga, on the motherfucking dash |
| The grip cost a bag, but the flav' got the man |
| I break my wrist, I break my wrist, I cooked up border half |
| Gold yarn belt yacks holding up my pants |
| Balenci on my feet you gotta watch where you stand |
| You know I keep that Glock on me, so don’t think you can rock with me |
| You know I keep that guap on me, I pop on you, you pop on me |
| Blowing on your property, catch you niggas properly |
| These motherfuckers really think they really got the drop on me |
| Bottle after bottle, bucket after bouquet |
| Champagne, liquor, Moët after my way |
| Lit in this bitch, going up all the way |
| Ballin' on these niggas 'cause it’s a part of me |
| Regular, yeah, regular |
| I’m fucking up the track on the regular |
| Regular, regular |
| I’m fucking up the track on the regular |