Letra de Regular Thing
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Featuring Thing Lou
I call the whip cheese, said that bitch yellow and green
I call the whip cheese, said that bitch yellow and green
My brother Lou getting money like he sellin them things
I got a whole gold Rollie and the bells of this clean
And I be rockin that bitch like it’s a regular thing yea
Introducing the youngest and the newest members
Of the millionaires club, show em how we do this
Disclaimer on my little verse about money
Can’t respect that? Gotta get they broke airwaves from me quick
And not to mention all the broke niggas funny
And the clothes that they wearin so bummy
I swear to God I’m in the VIP with his girlfriend getting chummy
She got good brain but the bad bitch a dummy
Well me? Lou Wheel, I get it in
And to think I don’t get paid by this paper or this pen
Confused? I know, well just let that burn
Here’s your hint, I’m 25 and my check signed by David Stern, yo time
Yea bro, my check signed by myself
I might outgrind myself, my watch might blind myself, shit
Just left Phil’s Plazzy, just being me
I pulled a 29 year old, she say she 23
True, but she’s a liar my dawg
And if you leave it up to me I wouldn’t call er at all
Today is Monday, I’m in my regular car
But this a Maybach and ‘m way back, this ain’t regular at all, car
Nah, that shit’s irregular dawg
And tonight I’m just chillin with my regular broad
And my homie got the pistol, I’m just telling em dawg
And we been getting money, we ain’t stressin at all
These OD’s is PRP’s
600 a piece, but these is regular jeans
What’s that? What at? Well that’s me Rolex black
Cost me 30 stacks and I ain’t got no diamonds on that, I’m gone
I still roll through the hood, bout 30 homie
I Robin Hugh, blow the day, not the Rollie help me
So much gold, the Holy Ghost wanna rob me
I’m right here aimed, duckin the Dodger
Everywhere I go, women wanna know
They be like what kind of car is that, Lou? What kind of clothes are those?
I be like aha, see this my regular swag
20 thous on the Hermes, that’s a regular bag, ya dig?
I got a whole gold Rollie and the bells of this clean
And I be rockin that bitch like it’s a regular thing yea
Introducing the youngest and the newest members
Of the millionaires club, show em how we do this
Disclaimer on my little verse about money
Can’t respect that? Gotta get they broke airwaves from me quick
And not to mention all the broke niggas funny
And the clothes that they wearin so bummy
I swear to God I’m in the VIP with his girlfriend getting chummy
She got good brain but the bad bitch a dummy
Well me? Lou Wheel, I get it in
And to think I don’t get paid by this paper or this pen
Confused? I know, well just let that burn
Here’s your hint, I’m 25 and my check signed by David Stern, yo time
Yea bro, my check signed by myself
I might outgrind myself, my watch might blind myself, shit
Just left Phil’s Plazzy, just being me
I pulled a 29 year old, she say she 23
True, but she’s a liar my dawg
And if you leave it up to me I wouldn’t call er at all
Today is Monday, I’m in my regular car
But this a Maybach and ‘m way back, this ain’t regular at all, car
Nah, that shit’s irregular dawg
And tonight I’m just chillin with my regular broad
And my homie got the pistol, I’m just telling em dawg
And we been getting money, we ain’t stressin at all
These OD’s is PRP’s
600 a piece, but these is regular jeans
What’s that? What at? Well that’s me Rolex black
Cost me 30 stacks and I ain’t got no diamonds on that, I’m gone
I still roll through the hood, bout 30 homie
I Robin Hugh, blow the day, not the Rollie help me
So much gold, the Holy Ghost wanna rob me
I’m right here aimed, duckin the Dodger
Everywhere I go, women wanna know
They be like what kind of car is that, Lou? What kind of clothes are those?
I be like aha, see this my regular swag
20 thous on the Hermes, that’s a regular bag, ya dig?
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