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Meek Mill - On The Regular lyrics

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[Hook] Sell a lot of dope Dodge a lot of cases Stickin’ to the basics Rock a lot of chains Do a lot of things Bottles by the cases Stickin’ to the basics Do it on the regular Fuckin’ on the regular Drippin’ on the regular Trippin’ on the regular Count it on the regular Sippin’ on the regular Never smokin’ regular Nigga we ain’t regular [Verse 1] I’m out LA for a week, I’m out here playin’ for keeps, yea, yea I never play in them Jeeps, double R back of the seat, yea, yea I’m out here lookin’ like Meech, flooded the Patek Philippe, yea, yea Bookies all up in the piece, we got the key to the streets, oh Lord Remember they said I was done done Fuck that they ain’t know I’m the one one We get your chain and its one one I tell my nigga I want one I tell my nigga to get it back He in the field ’bout to punt somethin’ I hit your main and your side piece That’s on the low but I’m on one Wait, wait, wait Switch sides, niggas switch side We ain’t never got to dick ride More tickets than a fish fry And the chopper had the big guy Little nigga I’m the boss now Came back on them game 7, trap niggas got the ball now [Hook] Sell a lot of dope Dodge a lot of cases Stickin’ to the basics Rock a lot of chains Do a lot of things Bottles by the cases Stickin’ to the basics Do it on the regular Fuckin’ on the regular Drippin’ on the regular Trippin’ on the regular Count it on the regular Sippin’ on the regular Never smokin’ regular Nigga we ain’t regular [Verse 2] Woah, woah, woah Regular, regular, regular I do not see no competitors Hatin’ cause we got ahead of them I’m getting money etcetera Bad bitches all on my schedule Felony, felony, felony I catch a case and its federal Bikes out summer time aye Mikes on number nine yea Bad bitch hella fine woah She don’t fuck never mind no I’ma get at her another time I’ma go scoop me a yellow dime She go both ways like the yellow line I’m fuckin’ her friends she fuckin’ mine, oh shit Still trippin’ ain’t no love for the other side Rap beef turn to homicides when we land on them and them hollows fly Had a bag but you broke nigga You ain’t fuckin’ with me bottom line Out of sight nigga out of mind And my Patek runnin’ out of time [Hook] Sell a lot of dope Dodge a lot of cases Stickin’ to the basics Rock a lot of chains Do a lot of things Bottles by the cases Stickin’ to the basics Do it on the regular Fuckin’ on the regular Drippin’ on the regular Trippin’ on the regular Count it on the regular Sippin’ on the regular Never smokin’ regular Nigga we ain’t regular

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