She Think Im A Regular Rapper Im Not Lyrics


She Think Im A Regular Rapper Im Not Lyrics By Dh Khaled. Yeah, she think I’m a regular rapper, I’m not One person come tell me, we f^^k up your block Watch me run this s^^t to the tippity-top, yeah {Keep goin’} Put my kids in Givenchy She must think one plus one is three I can’t support you personally.

She Think Im A Regular Rapper Im Not Lyrics

(Tay Keith, this too hard)We The Best Music(Tay Keith, f^^k these n—as up)Another oneDJ Khaled

Scratched a million off my checklist three years agoAdd two zeros to the one, I’m in a different modeThis my life, do what I want, I be with different hoesYou know the pick and roll, I picked her up and sent her homeI got rich off strong, we get ’em in and get ’em goneYou know Trappy just got out, I ain’t have to put him onWe the ones who got the numbers, who put the city onIt’s the middle of the summer, I got a hoodie onMy demon time ain’t nothin’ niceI try not to wear nothin’ twiceI came up off of shootin’ dice, yeahMy lil’ brother ain’t livin’ rightMy sis’ and ’em doin’ aightMy cuz and ’em still servin’ life, yeahSeen a robber rob a deaconI seen a preacher get caught for cheatin’I’ll break the bank for one of my peopleI said, “I’m the one,” they didn’t me believe meI show ’em the facts, now they all need meI’ma get cake as long as I’m breathin’They makin’ it hard, this s^^t really easy, yeah(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I’ma turn up on a hater every chance that I getI want the biggest watch that they got, don’t care if that s^^t hurt my wristAll these hoes f^^k on us all, I wish I would claim that b^tchThey get hard when they get guns, we got a hood full of sticksSoon as they say we can’t come, you know we’ll run ’round that b^tchYou can miss me with that s^^t, you know I live in the mix (Money, cars and clothes and hoes)You know I live in the mix (Money, cars and clothes and hoes)

Yeah, she think I’m a regular rapper, I’m notOne person come tell me, we f^^k up your blockWatch me run this s^^t to the tippity-top, yeah {Keep goin’}Put my kids in GivenchyShe must think one plus one is threeI can’t support you personallyShe don’t got a mortgage, moved in with her nieceThese n—as be cappin’, them cars be leasedYoungest in charge, I speak for the streetsI was nodding off, they woke up a beastStruggle what made me, we used to have water for dinner, we didn’t have nothin’ to eatSoon as I get on his a^s, they gon’ look at me better, like, “Damn, he was f^^kin’ with me,” yeah(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I’ma turn up on a hater every chance that I getI want the biggest watch that they got, don’t care if that s^^t hurt my wristAll these hoes f^^k on us all, I wish I would claim that b^tchThey get hard when they get guns, we got a hood full of sticksSoon as they say we can’t come, you know we’ll run ’round that b^tchYou can miss me with that s^^t, you know I live in the mix (Money, cars and clothes and hoes)You know I live in the mix (Money, cars and clothes and hoes)

I’m from the trenchesN^^gas be tough on the ‘net, but really be there for attentionB^^es be talkin’ like they really richBut really be beggin’ me under my picturesI’ll give her forty, fifty thousand cash to start up a businessI’ll spend that s^^t at the dentistI’d rather f^^k her and pay up her rent for a year just to get out of her feelingsI’m in the Lambo’ truck in my hood, nobody gon’ tell me s^^tGoin’ to Cali, I pick up my weed for sure, nobody gon’ mail me s^^tDice game, Craps and Cee-Lo, I need cash, don’t sell me s^^tBaby got his hood on smash, yeah, you can tell they really richDrop the load, ain’t no room right now, I took her to the OThen I pulled up on the Lamb’ ’cause she a fan of Boonie MoeI got the city on lock, uh, f^^kin’ up all the oppsI be around with three million dollars in jewelry, I’m standin’ on all the blocksThis the anthem, mmm-hmmDroppin’ the six in the Fanta, mmmBlack Rolls truck with the all-white seats, remind me of sittin’ on Panda, mmmI love my cousin, she was a dancerI love my brother, he was a scammerSittin’ on my lap ’cause I’m pullin’ her tracks and I f^^k from the back ’cause she callin’ me handsome(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I’ma turn up on a hater every chance that I getI want the biggest watch that they got, don’t care if that s^^t hurt my wristAll these hoes f^^k on us all, I wish I would claim that b^tchThey get hard when they get guns, we got a hood full of sticksSoon as they say we can’t come, you know we’ll run ’round that b^tchYou can miss me with that s^^t, you know I live in the mix (Money, cars and clothes and hoes)You know I live in the mix (Money, cars and clothes and hoes)

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