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She Think Im A Regular Rapper Im Not Lyrics By Dh Khaled. Yeah, she think I’m a regular rapper, I’m not One person come tell me, we f^^k up your block Watch me run this s^^t to the tippity-top, yeah {Keep goin’} Put my kids in Givenchy She must think one plus one is three I can’t support you personally.

She Think Im A Regular Rapper Im Not Lyrics

(Tay Keith, this too hard)
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(Tay Keith, f^^k these n—as up)
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DJ Khaled

Scratched a million off my checklist three years ago
Add two zeros to the one, I’m in a different mode
This my life, do what I want, I be with different hoes
You know the pick and roll, I picked her up and sent her home
I got rich off strong, we get ’em in and get ’em gone
You know Trappy just got out, I ain’t have to put him on
We the ones who got the numbers, who put the city on
It’s the middle of the summer, I got a hoodie on
My demon time ain’t nothin’ nice
I try not to wear nothin’ twice
I came up off of shootin’ dice, yeah
My lil’ brother ain’t livin’ right
My sis’ and ’em doin’ aight
My cuz and ’em still servin’ life, yeah
Seen a robber rob a deacon
I seen a preacher get caught for cheatin’
I’ll break the bank for one of my people
I said, “I’m the one,” they didn’t me believe me
I show ’em the facts, now they all need me
I’ma get cake as long as I’m breathin’
They makin’ it hard, this s^^t really easy, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I’ma turn up on a hater every chance that I get
I want the biggest watch that they got, don’t care if that s^^t hurt my wrist
All these hoes f^^k on us all, I wish I would claim that b^tch
They get hard when they get guns, we got a hood full of sticks
Soon as they say we can’t come, you know we’ll run ’round that b^tch
You can miss me with that s^^t, you know I live in the mix (Money, cars and clothes and hoes)
You know I live in the mix (Money, cars and clothes and hoes)

Yeah, she think I’m a regular rapper, I’m not
One person come tell me, we f^^k up your block
Watch me run this s^^t to the tippity-top, yeah {Keep goin’}
Put my kids in Givenchy
She must think one plus one is three
I can’t support you personally
She don’t got a mortgage, moved in with her niece
These n—as be cappin’, them cars be leased
Youngest in charge, I speak for the streets
I was nodding off, they woke up a beast
Struggle what made me, we used to have water for dinner, we didn’t have nothin’ to eat
Soon as I get on his a^s, they gon’ look at me better, like, “Damn, he was f^^kin’ with me,” yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I’ma turn up on a hater every chance that I get
I want the biggest watch that they got, don’t care if that s^^t hurt my wrist
All these hoes f^^k on us all, I wish I would claim that b^tch
They get hard when they get guns, we got a hood full of sticks
Soon as they say we can’t come, you know we’ll run ’round that b^tch
You can miss me with that s^^t, you know I live in the mix (Money, cars and clothes and hoes)
You know I live in the mix (Money, cars and clothes and hoes)

I’m from the trenches
N^^gas be tough on the ‘net, but really be there for attention
B^^es be talkin’ like they really rich
But really be beggin’ me under my pictures
I’ll give her forty, fifty thousand cash to start up a business
I’ll spend that s^^t at the dentist
I’d rather f^^k her and pay up her rent for a year just to get out of her feelings
I’m in the Lambo’ truck in my hood, nobody gon’ tell me s^^t
Goin’ to Cali, I pick up my weed for sure, nobody gon’ mail me s^^t
Dice game, Craps and Cee-Lo, I need cash, don’t sell me s^^t
Baby got his hood on smash, yeah, you can tell they really rich
Drop the load, ain’t no room right now, I took her to the O
Then I pulled up on the Lamb’ ’cause she a fan of Boonie Moe
I got the city on lock, uh, f^^kin’ up all the opps
I be around with three million dollars in jewelry, I’m standin’ on all the blocks
This the anthem, mmm-hmm
Droppin’ the six in the Fanta, mmm
Black Rolls truck with the all-white seats, remind me of sittin’ on Panda, mmm
I love my cousin, she was a dancer
I love my brother, he was a scammer
Sittin’ on my lap ’cause I’m pullin’ her tracks and I f^^k from the back ’cause she callin’ me handsome
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I’ma turn up on a hater every chance that I get
I want the biggest watch that they got, don’t care if that s^^t hurt my wrist
All these hoes f^^k on us all, I wish I would claim that b^tch
They get hard when they get guns, we got a hood full of sticks
Soon as they say we can’t come, you know we’ll run ’round that b^tch
You can miss me with that s^^t, you know I live in the mix (Money, cars and clothes and hoes)
You know I live in the mix (Money, cars and clothes and hoes)

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