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d. vey - regulate lyrics

(sawce99)
im back on my s—
n—– stay cappin like they with the s—-
shootin my shot i bet i won’t miss
empty the clip if you acting fake you gon make the list
so watch who you diss
all of these women too thirsty i drip like a faucet
gave me her number like im not gon block it
red and blue kicks so i gotta go cop it
run up the racks im increasing my profit
if you got a problem then solve it
paint the picture for you im an artist
mi amigos takeoff like a rocket
key to the city so i had to lock it
you ain’t gang n—– back back
fly as f— catchin jet lag
flow sick i should pull up in a hazmat
yo mixtape should belong in a trash bag
and really im just being honest
we the bomb like osama bin laden
need a pat on the back for my projects
all of the hate really just need to stop it
breaking the silence
the scene is chaotic
i promise im stoppin the violence
b—– im the hottest
and im still in college
the f— i look like being modest
the f— i look like being humble
im stating facts dont try to reb-ttal
say that you ball but you bound to go fumble
im off of that loud so the stu never subtle
no they not ready to rumble
causing destruction watch out for the rubble
i need a b—- nah i need a couple
l need all my hunnids to pop out the duffle
i need a baddie thats down to go cuddle
its me vey and damo you know you in trouble
you got no drip whats a lake to a puddle
my n—- flight takeoff first so its f— em!

(damo finesse)
ayeeee look at the gl-ss on my wrist
diamond piguets they the next on the list
i came out the trenches i came out slums but look
at me now i’m coming like cris
momma stay down just keep ya composure
run up this money put you in a rover
diamonds on freeze but my heart can get colder
i beat every battle i know i’m a soldier
grind hard i can’t really get no rest
take off leave the haters upset
out the trenches different route damo blessed
free smoke if its some on ya chest
the golden child and i’m destined for greatness
i don’t have a doubt yea i know imma make it
just give me throne and if not imma take
no compet-tion these n—-s be basic

(d. vey)
been a minute since i stepped in the booth
i needed a break, i had to recoup
yea, i spit that sick s—, i spit the flu
i could spit dumb s—, or spit the truth
(and that’s facts)
confident! know i’m the chosen one
i spit that holy s— like i’m jehovah son
high as f— eye to with the jetsons
me and the gang moving up like the jeffersons
memphis my city i represent
momma told me that i’m heaven sent
if i see some that i like then i cop it then
you n-ggas talking like cops again
b—- i been balling like iverson yea
i just been being myself
they being somebody else yea
320 the gang
cve chain, b—- i won’t do this wit
no one else!

- d vey lyrics

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