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We've found 118 lyrics, 28 artists, and 100 albums matching my momma regular speed by trae:


Albums:

Lil Boosie-Trae the Truth: The Mixtape (Trae Tha Truth) · Instant Party Disc: Regular Strength (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Regular Gal: The King Recordings 1949-1959 (Ruby Wright) · Regular Joe (Joe Diffie) · Bastard Eyes-Regular (Zilch) · Formaldehyde/How to Make Friends and Influence People/Regular Urban Survivors (Terrorvision) · Regular Urban Survivors (Terrorvision) · Lullaby CD: Momma Will Rock You to Sleep (Lullaby CD: Chris Warren, Glenn Warren II, Netha Larsen-Schrimpf) · If My Momma Moves to Tennessee (Sharon Luanne Rivera) · Momma I Miss You (Janice Montgomery) – and 90 other albums »


[Trae]
[Z-Ro]
I wish I could have my loved ones back
Cause I'd love to have my loved ones back (if only for one niiiight)
[Trae]
We don't have to feel
baby's holding down

My momma told me, my momma sat down and cried
She said you're too young to have as many woman as you got
I looked at my mother
"They waved among the trees at breakneck speed" 

Keep it simple 

Like Enoch, I wear my cape, you can't destroy 
my impeccable caliber that makes
together, together again 
Taking off to the city on down 
Just a while ago my soul was confused, 
Amused at what it did not know 

Days went by
Oh the best hair of my generation been destroyed by stylin' mousse
Some of the best hair of my generation
Been destroyed by that evil stylin' mousse
And I'm gone
I know right where I'm going
Sorry, momma, I'm grown
I must travel alone
Ain't gon' follow no footsteps I'm making my own
Only way that I know
wings baby come on let's fly
I'm down with my lady till the day that I die

[Verse 4: Trae]
Say lil'momma what you waitin on - actin like you don't know
wings baby come on let's fly
I'm down with my lady till the day that I die

[Verse 4: Trae]
Say lil'momma what you waitin on - actin like you don't know
wings baby come on let's fly
I'm down with my lady till the day that I die

[Verse 4: Trae]
Say lil'momma what you waitin on - actin like you don't know
in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are
Yo I'm tellin you dawg I'm bailin this trailer tomorrow
Tell my mother I love
thinkin?
You can't do shit if you stankin!!!
Keep on thankin if I say it then it's done
I give a fuck what you bringin
Cuz my dick still gon' be swangin
on my hip, those throw thunder
I'm riding Dalvins by the pier
But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear
Yeah, I'm riding with that
my daughter
But I can't blame her for what her momma taught her
And I don't care bout what the next nigga bought her
Cause I ain't putting no
mouth and my pinky ring, my wrist and my neck
I'm 'bout my business so give me my cash or give me my check
See I can biblically remember me and Trae
mouth and my pinky ring, my wrist and my neck
I'm 'bout my business so give me my cash or give me my check
See I can biblically remember me and Trae
Welcome to the café shabu. permit me to introduce you to some of our regulars. starting on my immediate left, ladies and gentlemen, here in café
mouth and my pinky ring, my wrist and my neck
I'm 'bout my business so give me my cash or give me my check
See I can biblically remember me and Trae
buddies all tried to change my mind
But I told them that I thought it through
Well Katie laughed and my momma cried
When they heard me say I do

Her
album came and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper wood
So the silly little fans they were mislead
By a nerdy internet computer hip-hop
the bed of that truck
And a four speed on the floor
Five hundred dollars
It was mine all mine
And I never wanted nothing more

I took Katie down by
Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver
Doo-rag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope
Do not step
Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver
Doo-rag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope
Do not step
chose my own fate
I drove by the fork in the road and went straight

See I'm a poet to some, a regular modern day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ the King
(nigga)
No lie, just know
I chose my own fate
I drove by the
Fork in the road
And went straight

See I'm a poet to some
A regular
Modern day
dollars in
By the bodega
Iron under my coat
Feelin' braver
Doo-rag
Wrappin' my waves up
Pockets full of hope
Do not step to me
I'm awkward
I box