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letra de regulate - skott summerz

[intro: skott summ3r2]
do you dig, baby? i said, do you dig?
now get out this b-tch and get my money, i said, do you dig, baby?
well alright, now talk to ’em, sl!ck ([?])
yuh, okay, okay, okay
okay, okay, yuh, yuh ([?])
okay, okay, okay, yuh

[chorus: skott summ3r2]
okay, my b-tch better know better, yuh
that b-tch ain’t f-cking with no old n-gga, yuh
i said my b-tch better know better, yuh
that b-tch ain’t f-cking with no old n-gga, yuh, ayy

[post-chorus: skott summ3r2]
dollar for the gram, band for the beer, hunnid for the tech (hunnid on a)
30 on the .9, 50 for the glock, 100 on the tec (50 for talking sh-t)
dollar for the gram, band for the beer, hunnid for the tech (talk ya sh-t)
30 on the .9, yuh, ayy

[verse 1: skott summ3r2]
now she like b-tches that look just like her
she like flashy sh-t i can’t afford
if i can’t get it she gon’ pull that mask
she gon’ hit that l!ck and get it on her own
now that’s a b-tch you bring home to momma’s
my b-tch like lita with the hur’ca’rana
my b-tch got demons but that’s not my problem
attitude, thick spanish something
she know what she doing with it (know what she doing with it)
beyoncé, got bite back (beyoncé, got bite back)
now she heard y’all talking ’bout it (heard y’all talking ’bout it)
ooh, she ain’t like that (ooh, she ain’t like that)
now she throw them hands ’bout me (now she throw them hands ’bout me)
but she ain’t wife yet (but she ain’t wife yet)
i done stole a few souls from my old hoes
they want they life back
[?], got a b-tch on ghost
[?], got a b-tch on go
she swing like [?]
pumps in the bump make you wanna hurt something
take a b-tch out if she let me murk something
put her on the strobe, make a b-tch work something
percs something, got her feeling drowsy, no cosby clowning
keep them hoes from ’round me, back down, you clownfish
[chorus: skott summ3r2]
’cause my b-tch better know better, yuh
that b-tch ain’t f-cking with no old n-gga, yuh (that b-tch ain’t f-cking with no old n-gga, yuh)
i said my b-tch better know better, yuh (my b-tch better know)
that b-tch ain’t f-cking with no old n-gga, yuh (okay), ayy

[post-chorus: skott summ3r2]
dollar for the gram, band for the beer, hunnid for the tech (hunnid on a)
30 on the .9, 50 for the glock, 100 on the tec (50 for the)
dollar for the gram, band for the beer, hunnid for the tech (talk ya sh-t)
30 on the .9, yuh, ayy

[verse 2: flyboy tarantino]
if you hear me can you feel my pain? (huh)
shed a lotta tears, go hide my face
same old sh-t, just a different day
lace my boots, i go and get the cake
my n-gga, they know it’s me (know it’s me)
.45 on a f-cking stain
my n-gga whipping up that john mccain
rope a n-gga, hope he don’t bust his brain
enough about the old me (huh)
says she got sh-t to do (oh no)
i don’t got sh-t to lose, time is all i got
misery, need company
n-gga, she know what the f-ck she doing (what?)
might have to cut that (oh no)
[?], she drive me crazy (huh)
it’s real hard to trust that (huh, huh)
one for the pain (huh)
two for pressure, lotta n-ggas [?], what? (huh)
three for beef
n-gga, you don’t really want smoke ’cause there ain’t nothing left (huh)
yeah, my b-tch bad, she real clever
she like them gangs, i be like, “it’s whatever”
so sad, i know i could do better
but i ain’t worried ’bout sh-t, ’cause i know
[chorus: skott summ3r2 & flyboy tarantino]
my b-tch bad, she know better, yuh
that b-tch ain’t f-cking with no old n-gga, yuh (that b-tch ain’t f-cking with no old n-gga, yuh)
i said my b-tch better know better, yuh (my b-tch better know)
that b-tch ain’t f-cking with no old n-gga, yuh (okay), ayy

- skott summerz

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