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letra de regular (acappella) - a boogie wit da hoodie

[chorus]
tryna see if the p-ssy was tight enough
i could f-ck on a b-tch without likin’ her
so much balmain i feel like a biker, huh
got a puck on my chain, i’m a mighty duck
and i used to not think i was good enough
and then i started gettin’ my money up
i’m countin’ up on the regular
now they callin’ my phone like it’s regular
all day, on the regular
balmain like it’s regular
i made you look regular
look at you, look at you, regular
oh (regular)
oh (regular)
oh (regular)
oh (regular)
[verse 1]
i hit from the back if it’s wet enough
i hit it again while she dressin’ up
i want you to eat me, et cetera
i want a threesome, so set it up
you was poppin’ them pеrcs on the regular
you was poppin’ them pеrcs when i met you, huh
i was smokin’ a lot, i admitted it
only thing in my pocket a metro card
don’t talk about it, i get it in
d-ck in her mouth, she gon’ fit it in
vvs’s, they be glitterin’
they don’t like me, but they listenin’ (huh)
if i buy her the symphony
she gon’ ride like a bentley then
and she only like the boss type
she is not into middlemen
when i was nineteen, i stopped doin’ nine-to-fives, i swear, n-gga
now i’m only twenty-six, pimpin’ out rides like i’m xzibit, yeah (huh)
never lease, sign on the side of my head, i only hang with millionaires
and i don’t wanna get in my feelings, yeah
dtb, i know b-tches be trippin’, yeah

[chorus]
tryna see if the p-ssy was tight enough
i could f-ck on a b-tch without likin’ her
so much balmain i feel like a biker, huh
got a puck on my chain, i’m a mighty duck
and i used to not think i was good enough
and then i started gettin’ my money up
i’m countin’ up on the regular
now they callin’ my phone like it’s regular
all day, on the regular
balmain like it’s regular
i made you look regular
look at you, look at you, regular
oh (regular)
oh (regular)
oh (regular)
oh (regular)
[verse 2]
stars align, i want number one with the smoke on the sign-up
i’m gettin’ money, you know this already, but told her meet me at the diner
‘member i was down bad, only fly sh-t, couldn’t get no designer
now my circle is high class, thinkin’ ’bout smokin’ a blunt with madonna
my n-gga, i’m high as h-ll, need me some ice just to go with the donny
my b-tch havin’ mood swings and she be alright when i show her the money
go up on a monday like we ain’t got nothin’ to do in the mornin’
i’m flyer than ever, my n-gga, my hoodie on like it was stormin’, huh

- a boogie wit da hoodie

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