Lyrics:
On the grind still trying still flying birdies
That stuff still in ya cup still driving swerve
Ridin dirty like the vehicle inside the derby
A little inspired by
Darkness, bright and clear, contrary
My songs are appreciated by the remixers
This is also because my flow skills are very folkin' dope
Now I haven't heard
When I was little I use to dream
That I was the one making the music
To the song I was listening to
Now when I got older I just made the music
Antic
Right now
Only beats by the pound
Getting down on the drum
Here we come
With the song
On the microphone
Let me show you what im all about
Let me show you
one day by myself,
And I'm thinking, "What could be wrong?"
When this funny little Hedgehog comes running up to me,
And it starts up to sing me this
[Big Krizz Kaliko]
Regime Mobstaz
Regime Niggaz
Regime Killers
Regime Life
(2x)
[Tech N9ne]
Yo, yo!
I'm a Regime original
My flow's aqua
She give me
down and dirty rude wit the body
Pop it out drop it low bring it to da floor
Pop it out drop it low bring it to da floor
Pop it out drop it low bring it
singing the song of the heart
Everybody makes mistakes
Oh yeah, not one or two (right!)
But that don't make the dirty little things they say about you true
the white kids to sing along
I don't wanna sing a song, fuck that
Now cyber bully sissies on my little sisters Macbook
I got you niggas nervous like a pop
a lotta cash
Breaking up my bank, she breaking down my bank
Bad little bad for a whole lotta stacks
She pops a lotta tags, she pops a lotta tags
Busting out
up my bank, she breaking down my bank
Bad little bad for a whole lotta stacks
She pops a lotta tags, she pops a lotta tags
Busting out her jeans, she
Huh
I just need little bit of paper mane
I'm just tryna get my money up
Out here riding dirty tell the police they can't catch me
Yeah
And tell them
these shit songs
Iowa is plagued by the
Ones who wanna get grown
All these pussy ass rappers only do it
For the clout
All these pussy ass niggas
They
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
to swim now
Aqua green Avias on brim style wild
We walked by eyeing I'm
Shorty ain't looked
He trying to get fly
My niggas ain't dived on him
Kase
this mail
[Verse 1]
Turn my mail, I talk to rappers when I touch down
I'ma go by me a check with my bitches welfare check
And if I hurt her
to faint
She never saw a grimy dirty nigga like, P
With mad diamonds in his chain, she tryin hard not to blink
Don't wanna miss a thing, the song that we
This is Pony Boy and I'm a regular freak
I gets busy 'til you miss me
Shit you better believe
Catch me pop it, lock it, roll it steady
Move it by
(Translation)
So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick
Two pills I pop, 'til my
waste all your precious time
Italian movies and Portuguese wine
Little round bottles all in a row
You're an unclean man in a dirty chateau
Well
Hi pretty lady baby oh I like your eyes (oh your eyes)
In this song I'll explain why I want you to be mine (just be mine)
Eres tan linda, baby me
the dirty 4 ounce in a Liter (Foreal)
I fucked that bi**h then I go and delete her
Stay she don't want me to leave her (Ah Ha Haaa)
Ain't no gelato she
even have a hook
For the white kids to sing along
I don't wanna sing a song, fuck that
Now cyber bully sissies on my little sister's MacBook
I got you
Let the BandPlay
I'm 'bout to spit some fast shit
(One time for the dirty boys)
Chatham County bitch!
(yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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