regula degula / got eem - nickelus f lyrics
[regula’ degula’ intro]
ah
you gotta make it count
you gotta make it count
[hook]
walk through your function in a sweat suit
and shut it down on my..
regula’ degula’, regula’ degula’
regula’ degula’, regula’ degula’
drove through the drive thru and the lady gave me her number
but that’s..
regula’ degula’, regula’ degula’
regula’ degula’, regu-, regula’ degula’
we only smoke on that loud pack
you keep all of that..
regula’ degula’, regula’ degula’
regula’ degula’, regula’ degula’
gotta make it count
you gotta make it count
regula’ degula’, regula’ degula’
regu-, regula’ degula’
[verse 1]
hey yo i used to sit and stress
about the sh-t i couldn’t afford to do
now i’m on some big sh-t
cuz i kick sh-t like gordon liu
so ill with the writing
i bet you i’ll still be fighting off 24 year olds when i’m 42
petey the flow deacon
told ’em i was the last of the mohicans
when they asked if there were more of you
they said, “d-mn your moving like michael keaton
in multiplicity man, handling sh-t like there’s four of you.”
uh-huh, i had told ya
i uprose to show ya i could behold the ayatollah
so strong that i can show up, give you a high five
and paralyze your whole right side from the shoulder
that’s right i’m a pro now
got behind the boards
so of course, made my own sound
n-ggas went from bumming rides
to getting flown ’round
and spending money like centripetal force to hold it down
[chorus]
walk through your function in a sweat suit
and shut it down on my..
regula’ degula’, regula’ degula’
regula’ degula’, regula’ degula’
drove through the drive thru and the lady gave me her number
but that’s..
regula’ degula’, regula’ degula’
regula’ degula’, regu-, regula’ degula’
we only smoke on that loud pack
you keep all of that..
regula’ degula’, regula’ degula’
regula’ degula’, regula’ degula’
gotta make it count
you gotta make it count
regula’ degula’, regula’ degula’
regu-, regula’ degula’
[verse 2]
i’m in these streets riding clean
a n-gga mad as h-ll
getting digits off the snitches or the tattle tales
i’m in the whip, seat back, with the fattest l
in the lane whippin ’round like a dragon tail
b-tch n-ggas love to pop sh-t
i’m probably getting stock tips while loading up glock clips
i find it funny n-ggas saying that i’m old
but i’m the n-gga that steady putting out the new hot sh-t
my city love me, you hatin’ n-gga
you over there in solitaire
the f-ck is you playing n-gga?
i ain’t got a job or a boss that’ll pay a n-gga
so petey out to get it from the pm to am n-gga
petey out here hustlin’
24/7 hoe
365 hoe
what the f-ck would i lie for?
let a n-gga find out where you pitch or reside though
and n-ggas kicking in through the back and the side door
[skit]
[pre chorus]
ah
you gotta make it count
you gotta make it count
[chorus]
walk through your function in a sweat suit
and shut it down on my..
regula’ degula’, regula’ degula’
regula’ degula’, regula’ degula’
drove through the drive thru and the lady gave me her number
but that’s..
regula’ degula’, regula’ degula’
regula’ degula’, regu-, regula’ degula’
we only smoke on that loud pack
you keep all of that..
regula’ degula’, regula’ degula’
regula’ degula’, regula’ degula’
gotta make it count
you gotta make it count
regula’ degula’, regula’ degula’
regu-, regula’ degula’
[verse 3]
i don’t know why a n-gga mad
and i don’t give a f-ck
i was rock bottom looking for a pick me up
it’s a cold world momma had to zip me up
back when i was still sippin’ out of sippy cups
two different type of n-ggas, we ain’t similar
2pac taught me how to hit ’em up
n-ggas tried to cross me but we ain’t perpendicular
and i’ll break on a n-gga like a tibia, a fibula
petey made a name and now they screaming for his signature
petey like greens and his greens he eat with vinegar
you got a lot of followers but you ain’t got no listeners
i’m preaching to the choir and the motherf-cking minister
petey, petey bigger than the grudges, they unlimited
so why i let it go like a wholesale distributor
you would be dumb to come test my testiculars
claiming that you real but your face ain’t familiar
free wise p no kid should be a prisoner
i don’t need to know the details or the particulars
i just hope its all straightened out like a conditioner
i don’t go to movies cuz my real life a cinema
a n-gga tried to play the role with me
and i’ma send him up
before it even get started
i’m a put an end to ya
and for me there’s no losing
cuz i’m proving that i’m proven, hey
[regula’ degula end]
[got eem intro]
homie said you ain’t got no b-tches
who don’t got no b-tches?
he say i, he say i don’t?
i could press that n-gga like d-mn n-gga
i do got more b-tches than you
with your ugly -ss
got eem!
[verse 1]
petey got pills
oxycotin, percs
petey got lean
petey got herb
petey got fans and them fans spread the word
that petey ain’t got feelings
but petey got some nerve
n-ggas said they edibles that’s what petey heard
but petey skip them edibles
[?]
petey want his money up front on the first
or i’ll be sliding in your home base ’round the third
d-mn, d-mn that’s that nickel sh-t
i even got wordplay
crazy yo i simple sh-t
n-ggas can’t f-ck with me
bottle with the pistol grip
i grind your bones into dust just to sniff the sh-t
i turn that bottle upside down while you sip the sh-t
petey ain’t no plumber but petey working with the sh-ts
i’m reppin’ richmond b-tch
i’m reppin’ richmond b-tch
[hook]
you ain’t ever met no n-ggas like these
got eem!
i got computers feuding
got eem!
you ain’t never smoke no blunts like these
got eem!
i got the über ubre
ha!
got eem!
[verse 2]
a hoe without a job to have some fun and spend some money
ain’t n0body trip as long as everybody winnin’
go and get the check hoe you look it might impress you
sorry, sob stories, and your tears don’t touch me
i’m cold
f-ck you b-tch get your own (got eem!)
and f-ck being broke we gettin’ doe
the plug is the first speed dial in my phone
i f-ck with him cuz he’ll never tax me on his o’s
i had to block your b-tch up off my twitter
spamming me with pictures of them nipples
i ain’t never thirsty
but if i am, i’ma get the liquor
hoodie on my head like the reaper with the sickle
petey out to get it..
[skit outro]
n-gga what’s good my n-gga?
holy sh-t
don’t wanna get your sh-t domed my n-gga
d-mn, what we pressin’ n-ggas like that?
h-ll yeah i am my n-gga. i’ma f-ck..
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