[Intro - Gucci Mane:] On the regular Cause I'm not regular This beat ain't regular My style ain't
[Hook - Gucci Mane:] Walking magic city on the motherfucking regular (Regular, Regular) I throw up money, king of diamonds, Monday on the regular (Regular, Regular) Jamaican kush I'm rolling up, cause I don't fuck with regular (Regular, Regular) Import my hoes from overseas, cause all my hoes ain't regular (Regular, Regular)
[Verse 1 - Gucci Mane:] All my hoes regular, all my hoes are purdy Absurd with these nouns and verbs. I be squeezing words That ain't words. That seem crazy to you, but it still appeal My dog, you got thirty years if you don't appeal I don't need a deal, cause I cash out on the regular I don't deal with debit cards, I don't fuck with credit ones All I do is talk money, cause Gucci got et cetera Kicked out my competitors, so ain't nobody better, bruh Baby girl like regular, all normal niggas scared of her But everything I do is abnormal, my life is spectacular Don't know what attracted her, but I got a bachelor pad And I got your girlfriend, cause you laying down, I beating her
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[Verse 2 - Gucci Mane:] Gucci Mane la flair, extra-ordinaire Player, leave you choosing like a bear At the fucking county fair I swear that it ain't fair, cause I know that he a square When we gonna take our places, baby I can take you there And no, you not prepared when I walk up in the 'were Could have come from a whole 'nother hemisphere Now let's get it clear, all these diamonds in my ear Make it hard for me to steer when you're kissing down there I had a blast last night, I had to tip the driver Cause the shit I've seen last night could have been on MacGuyver Doors suicidal, so that shit was homicidal You never seen the ghost? I guess you never seen me riding
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[Verse 3 - Gucci Man:e] She can't fit in my schedule Because that shit she got ain't special, bruh I guess it's kind of scary to her Because that shit I do ain't usual Yeah, I smash her on the casual My money make me more attractable But this shit ain't nothing non-negotiable This Bricksquad crew and we ain't sociable She wanna elope. No! I'm dragging my flip, bro Who say I'm not a heart breaker telling a sad joke? Ain't regular, no way, I'm tipping up, ballet I need some green cards, Immigrants in my driveway
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