Correction Paroles Not Regular (Remix) par Haiti Babii

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Paroles

Yeah, oh, oh
(L-Finguz)

I ain't a regular n***a (Uh-uh)
I don't f**k regular b*t*hes (Bad b*t*h)
I don't be regular shoppin' (Ball hard)
These ain't regular Christians (It's Philthy)
I don't count regular money (A hundred thou')
I don't got regular diamonds (VS1s)
I don't wear regular clothes (f**k is that?)
This ain't regular designer (It's Philthy)
I don't sip regular syrup (Actavis)
I don't smoke regular gas (Loud)
I don't drive regular cars (Foreign)
This ain't a regular dash (It's Philthy)
Hi-Tech red, but the hundreds blue
Cop a new foreign in a month or two
Told the b*t*h to roll up a blunt or two
n***as clout chasin' what it's comin' to
f**k my enemies, I'm havin' foreign keys
Cuban on my neck cost a hundred G's
In the trap with a hundred P's
Keep the F&amp;N when I come and leave
b*t*hes sellin' pu**y on POF
Free Chris the Fifth, he got three more left
Almost sold out, I got a kilo left
n***a play with me and you will see your death, it's Philthy

I'm not a regular n***a, I don't date regular b*t*hes
Baby, all I drive is foreign, I'm not a regular n***a
I'm not the n***as you used to, I need a b*t*h look like NuNu
I let you match me, so that's two coupes, I got Tutu in this two-two
I'm not a regular n***a, I don't date regular b*t*hes
Baby, all I drive is foreign, I'm not a regular n***a
I'm not the n***as you used to, I need a b*t*h look like NuNu
I let you match me, so that's two coupes, I got Tutu in this two-two

Diamonds on me and they dancin'
How you win if you ain't takin' no chances?
Touchdown like Deion Sanders
Bad b*t*h, she ain't got no manners
You regular n***as ain't poppin'
SIs in your chain, need to stop it
Wonder why all your b*t*hes keep jockin'
Do a show, then I double my profit
Nothing I do can be regular-degular
I only f**k if she fit in my schedule
How you a P if she bring out the best in you?
Can't be a boss if these n***as keep testing you
I don't f**k regular hoes
It's hard for me to wear regular clothes
Don't shop at regular stores
We don't count up regular dough
Tap in with your b*t*h when it's time to go
Jump in that pu**y, Geronimo
You been lookin' for a high and low
Seems to me you can't find her, though
All I gotta do is drop a hit to make my cash, ho
Pick up the backend and then wake up in another timezone

And b*t*h, you already know how I'm rockin'
Thirteen dollar orange juice, somethin' slight, yeah
And b*t*h, don't check me, check that motherf**kin' account balance
Numbers
Ayy, ayy, ayy

Player sh*t, see? She rub my back while I count the trap (Numbers)
Out the way, I don't f**k with n***as 'less it's 'bout cash
Looking at the ocean from my living room, I got 'em mad
Twelve dollar watermelon juice compliment the swag
Press one button on the coupe, then I'm haulin' ass
I'm on my way, stop by 76, had to get some gas
Move in silence, hard to hit a moving target, I think different
Woke up, booked a flight to Hawaii for no reason

Baby, all I need is fire and light
No, I'm not your regular predator, out your mind
Girl, you're feeling different when you with me, come and ride (Skrrt)
My voice get serious, no evil
I'm not the same like you
Put a tag right on top of that dome
Put a bag right on top of that b*t*h
No, I'm not your regular
Just like Philthy Rich
I'm not your regular, no, I'm not your regular
Fly, I'm gettin' chips
I feel I'm gettin' paid
pu**y n***as, he too lame
I know I'm ballin' hard
Stuntin' on your boulevard
pu**y n***a, let's pull your card

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