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letra de regular - e $krilla

[intro: e $krilla]
hey, hey, hey, hey
woo, woo, woo, woo (drip)
drip, drip, drip

[chorus: e $krilla]
aye, back to the regular
trappin’ got back in bag and no regular
hey, flex like a medalist
i’m the best of the best no competitors
trap jumpin’ athletic
rich ass neck, atlantic
make a b-tch wet atlantis
made that n-gga b-tch forget who her man is

[verse 1: e $krilla]
n-gga want beef
no i won’t start till’ somebody get dropped, yeah i’m tryna’ get even
that boy got finessed, you get what you get and you don’t get a set n-gga take it or leave it
i’m god in the flesh, i got the treesh on her knees yeah she callin’ to me like i’m jesus
like jason i beat it, [?] hoes scream my name while they poppin’ they cleavage
i’m rollin’ i’m geekin’, i dropped three beans in my lean n-gga know i ain’t gettin’ no sleep
one hoe at a time, too many blowing my phone up and no i ain’t gettin’ no piece
so smokin’ the finest, i had to run up the check just to blow up the
whole bag up in nemis
stay in designer, b-tch i was born as a flexer’ i been fresh to death since a fetus
so get off my p-n-s
i need some breathing sp-ce why i been f-cked with you bloods just to see the day
came up from coach while i blessed just to see a play
for the judge he keep tryna’ put me away
bread on my head, they want me d away
yeah i send that led, through where your people stay
yeah i’m in my bag, fritos lays
use the money to wipe all the tears away
and we don’t do no talkin’ adio
i whip the chopper had the madios
i put d-ck all up in the [?] dos
hoes follow everywhere that i go
[?] this a toast for those who never had nun’
they like where the f-ck you get that cash from?
had to get off my ass and go bag some

[chorus: e $krilla]
back to the regular
trappin’ got back in bag and no regular
hey, flex like a medalist
i’m the best of the best no competitors
trap jumpin’ athletic
rich ass neck, atlantic
make a b-tch wet atlantis
made that n-gga b-tch forget who her man is

[verse 2: jayydott]
gang! wait!
uh, back to the regular
all my weed is designer no regular
if that boy talkin’ hot we gon’ fess’ him up stretch him up we spin his block in a tesla
we shoot ops, we gon’ flock ain’t no lettin’ up
we send shots when we flock ain’t no gettin’ up
i have $krilla he sendin’ the packagin’
i will drop, finna f-ck up the track again
feds on my ass they be tappin’ in (f-ck 12!)
but its only the money we stackin’ in (gang gang!)
and i got the glock ain’t no passin’ it, let twelve slide throw a case and i’m catching it!

- e krilla

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