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Regular
Hip-Hop/Rap
Regular was released on August 30, 2019 by clevereternalllc as a part of the album Unleashed
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Release DateAugust 30, 2019
Labelclevereternalllc
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM59

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Clevereternal
Clevereternal
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shod Beats
Shod Beats
Producer

Lyrics

I told her I’m not regular
Then she treated me like I was regular
Then she tried to hit me on my cellular
She lookin at me tryna find the formula
God smoke, it’s gone make yo lungs choke
All these **** cut throat, I can make yo boat row
Ooh
**** talk shit but they do not want gun smoke
I got dat pack and it come from Barbados
And I stack cheese like it’s mother fuckin legos
I tried to tell dat bitch I wasn’t regular
A **** spend cheese on the regular
Get a couple hunnid thousand on a regular
Ooh
Narcos, trappin in a Pancho
Knocking at the front door
I can’t do no fronts though
I done gave bands given way to much leisure
Smoke too much gas, I done got anastasia
That bitch is anemic and she barely breathin
That bitch is a baby, that bit still be teething
Bitch I switch packs by the motherfuckin season
Open up her legs like that bit open season
They don’t know they hit till they see themselves leakin
They don’t know they dying till they see themselves bleeding
We gone multiply till a **** don’t see em
Imma leave ya brain and ya head on the cement
Fuckin dat bit turn dat bit to a demon
I done gave the devil my semen
Best believe they watch yea they peepin
Bitches out late yea they creepin
Feel like I don’t do enough
And I’m loosing my trust
And them guns might go bust
Yeaaa
Yea
Tell dat lil bitch I’m advancing X2
Yea
Woah X4
Yea
Tell dat lil bitch I’m enhancing
Yea
Tell dat lil bitch I’m advancing
WoahX4
I told her I’m not regular
Then she treated me like I was regular
Then she tried to hit me on my cellular
She lookin at me tryna find the formula
God smoke, it’s gone make yo lungs choke
All these **** cut throat, I can make yo boat row
**** talk shit but they do not want gun smoke
I got dat pack and it come from Barbados
And I stack cheese like it’s mother fuckin legos
I tried to tell dat bitch I wasn’t regular
A **** spend cheese on the regular
Get a couple hunnid thousand on a regular
Narcos, trappin in a Pancho
Knocking at the front door
I can’t do no fronts though
I done gave bands given way to much leisure
Smoke too much gas, I done got anastasia
That bitch is anemic and she barely breathin
That bitch is a baby, that bit still be teathing
Bitch I switch packs by the motherfuckin season
Open up her legs like that bit open season
They don’t know they hit till they see themselves leakin
They don’t know they dying till they see themselves bleeding
We gone multiply till a **** don’t see em
Imma leave ya brain and ya head on the cement
Fuckin dat bit turn dat bit to a demon
I done gave the devil my semen
Best believe they watch yea they peepin
Bitches out late yea they creepin
Feel like I don’t do enough
And I’m loosing my trust
And them guns might go bust
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Written by: Mylahn Taylor Dabney
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