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Letra : Not Regular
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Slatt
Ooh, ooh (Brrt), ooh (b*t*h)
Ooh (b*t*h), everything that a n***a did is not regular (b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h)
Bad b*t*h wanna f**k some, better hit my cellular (b*t*h, brrt)
I can't fall in love with no IG ho 'cause they all editors (Slatt)
And these old rap n***as, they all predators (Ooh)
n***as be actin' like they really rich but livin' like janitors (Ooh)
Lowkey late night on the Sunday Street (Yeah), far from the ministers (Beep)
f**kin' this b*t*h but got chemistry (Beep)
I did sh*t deep in the industry (Beep)
I got the .30s on my clip with the Benz, green, err (Yeah)
I got the coupe, it's brown on brown like a goddamn reindeer (Skrrt)
Comin' up, Burberry, champagne, my b*t*h pure (Go)
I create the cure, I f**k up the looks (Hol' up)
I pop Percs, sip lean, don't drink liquor (Mm-mm)
From the D, might buy wires with the mink fur (Uh)
My n***a Yachty quit the Wocky, I'm like, "Is you sure?"
We off a lotta syrup, but I still'd shoot (But I, hm)
Know I be with n***as special as I'm killin' crews (Yeah, I do)
Yeah, whole gang of n***as who make n***as move (They do)
f**k a b*t*h and her momma if I feel his boo (Ye-yeah)
Skubaroo make a pass (Ye-yeah), the daughter send me nudes (Ye-yeah)
I got racks on racks on racks so I see Roger Federer (Get it)
f**k the opps, I up chops on all my competitors (Slime)
If there's smoke, we at your throat, we take extreme measures (Yeah)
Shoot him in his shoot then do it again to make him bleed extra (Yeah, hahaha)
We at your door like extra, extra, read all about it
All my n***as teeth gold like they 'bout it 'bout it (Yeah)
Three different hoes stacked up in my new Ferrari
They don't even know each other but they sittin' body to body (Slatt)
Half of my staff white on white, look like Scotty 2 Hotty (Yeah)
My main b*t*h got two phones, one for when I call
Strap it to her purse, that sh*t look like a lil' Tamagotchi (Hoo)
On my momma, boy, I hate when they call me Lil Yatchy (Hoo)
I hate the paparazzi (Woo-hoo)
(Uh-huh) n***as better not call me any f**kin' thang but Sada (Yeah)
Call me Skuba and I don't know you, I'll beat up or shot ya (On God)
I hate the b*t*hes and the b*t*h n***as in my condos (Aight, aight, aight uh)
Throw a lil' n***a off the cliff, Scuba Steve hate haji (Yeah)
Half a brick, I chop a brick, my mans gon' rock it (Hm)
I'm in Watts off the 'Dusse, my names ain't Rocky (Yeah)
On our way back to the nearest [?] and [?] (Yeah)
Brodie and we jumped him (Yeah)
(Frrt) Jumped 'em, stomped 'em, got him gone (Yeah)
Gave him a wedgie, he a nerd n***a, run him home (b*t*h)
Sent your statements, your emotions, did Quincy Jones (Ha)
Better leave me 'lone, before I change the tone
Frrt
Sada, Boat, Sada
f**k 'em, f**k 'em
Haha
Slatt
Ooh, ooh (Brrt), ooh (b*t*h)
Ooh (b*t*h), everything that a n***a did is not regular (b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h)
Bad b*t*h wanna f**k some, better hit my cellular (b*t*h, brrt)
I can't fall in love with no IG ho 'cause they all editors (Slatt)
And these old rap n***as, they all predators (Ooh)
n***as be actin' like they really rich but livin' like janitors (Ooh)
Lowkey late night on the Sunday Street (Yeah), far from the ministers (Beep)
f**kin' this b*t*h but got chemistry (Beep)
I did sh*t deep in the industry (Beep)
I got the .30s on my clip with the Benz, green, err (Yeah)
I got the coupe, it's brown on brown like a goddamn reindeer (Skrrt)
Comin' up, Burberry, champagne, my b*t*h pure (Go)
I create the cure, I f**k up the looks (Hol' up)
I pop Percs, sip lean, don't drink liquor (Mm-mm)
From the D, might buy wires with the mink fur (Uh)
My n***a Yachty quit the Wocky, I'm like, "Is you sure?"
We off a lotta syrup, but I still'd shoot (But I, hm)
Know I be with n***as special as I'm killin' crews (Yeah, I do)
Yeah, whole gang of n***as who make n***as move (They do)
f**k a b*t*h and her momma if I feel his boo (Ye-yeah)
Skubaroo make a pass (Ye-yeah), the daughter send me nudes (Ye-yeah)
I got racks on racks on racks so I see Roger Federer (Get it)
f**k the opps, I up chops on all my competitors (Slime)
If there's smoke, we at your throat, we take extreme measures (Yeah)
Shoot him in his shoot then do it again to make him bleed extra (Yeah, hahaha)
We at your door like extra, extra, read all about it
All my n***as teeth gold like they 'bout it 'bout it (Yeah)
Three different hoes stacked up in my new Ferrari
They don't even know each other but they sittin' body to body (Slatt)
Half of my staff white on white, look like Scotty 2 Hotty (Yeah)
My main b*t*h got two phones, one for when I call
Strap it to her purse, that sh*t look like a lil' Tamagotchi (Hoo)
On my momma, boy, I hate when they call me Lil Yatchy (Hoo)
I hate the paparazzi (Woo-hoo)
(Uh-huh) n***as better not call me any f**kin' thang but Sada (Yeah)
Call me Skuba and I don't know you, I'll beat up or shot ya (On God)
I hate the b*t*hes and the b*t*h n***as in my condos (Aight, aight, aight uh)
Throw a lil' n***a off the cliff, Scuba Steve hate haji (Yeah)
Half a brick, I chop a brick, my mans gon' rock it (Hm)
I'm in Watts off the 'Dusse, my names ain't Rocky (Yeah)
On our way back to the nearest [?] and [?] (Yeah)
Brodie and we jumped him (Yeah)
(Frrt) Jumped 'em, stomped 'em, got him gone (Yeah)
Gave him a wedgie, he a nerd n***a, run him home (b*t*h)
Sent your statements, your emotions, did Quincy Jones (Ha)
Better leave me 'lone, before I change the tone
Frrt
Sada, Boat, Sada
f**k 'em, f**k 'em
Haha
