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freshie – regular guy lyrics

[intro: freshie]
slayer
f-ck

[chorus: freshie]
i’m on that bullsh-t like i’m from the chi’
ar-15, he gon’ end in the sky
ain’t have a job, i ain’t wanna apply
these n-ggas be broke, he a regular guy
yeah, hah (yeah, yeah, dirty)
workin’ that block, no suite or tie
the block, it get hot like we live in dubai
take your b-tch, honestly, do not comply
pop out the cut, fourth of july
all of these hundreds, i cannot deny
smokin’ this gas, i think i can fly
dirty, he dirty, they wonderin’ why
yeah, ha
it’s just too dirty, man, hold on
okay
f-ck on that b-tch and i ain’t even try

[verse 1: freshie]
f-ck her one time, she don’t get a reply
he said he know me but that is a lie
louis v, i put that on my eye
hundreds, they dead, all my presidents die
think you won’t, hurryin’ by
i’m in the trap with a bunch of supply
creep in your house now i feel like a spy
hopped in the coupe and the roof say goodbye
hopped in the coupe, i don’t know how to act know
coppers, they see me, they doin’ a pat-down (yeah, pat-down)
the money make that sound
bullets went up, and that n-gga, he sat down
aim right there where your head is
in love with that money, that money my fetish
i’m like a bird, i be right where the bread is
i put that money right there where my bed is

[chorus: freshie]
i’m on that bullsh-t like i’m from the chi’
ar-15, he gon’ end in the sky
ain’t have a job, i ain’t wanna apply
these n-ggas be broke, he a regular guy
yeah, hah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
workin’ that block, no suite or tie
the block, it get hot like we live in dubai
take your b-tch, honestly, do not comply
pop out the cut, fourth of july
all of these hundreds, i cannot deny
smokin’ this gas, i think i can fly
dirty, he dirty, they wonderin’ why
yeah, ha
it’s just too dirty, man, hold on
okay
f-ck on that b-tch and i ain’t even try

[verse 2: foreign jay]
coppers see me and they doin’ a patdown
ooh sh-t, where is the gat now?
i took risks so my pockets fat now
take chances, n-ggas cr-p out
count up, i get cash
them boys broke, these n-ggas be mad, uh
run off straight to the past
like bape pradas, we on your -ss
clean-up, my pockets dirty
i’m og and these n-ggas like 30
he scared, oh, he in a hurry
f-ckin’ this shawty, i think she purty
we spin your sh-t, we lurkin’
broke–ss n-gga, go and get a attorney
i feel you was broke for too long
she suckin’ my d-ck to my song

[chorus: freshie]
i’m on that bullsh-t like i’m from the chi’
ar-15, he gon’ end in the sky
ain’t have a job, i ain’t wanna apply
these n-ggas be broke, he a regular guy
yeah, hah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
workin’ that block, no suite or tie
the block, it get hot like we live in dubai
take your b-tch, honestly, do not comply
pop out the cut, fourth of july
all of these hundreds, i cannot deny
smokin’ this gas, i think i can fly
dirty, he dirty, they wonderin’ why
yeah, ha
it’s just too dirty, man, hold on
okay
f-ck on that b-tch and i ain’t even try

- freshie lyrics

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