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jack kamran - regular cheddar lyrics

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[chorus: jack kamran]
stackin’ up regular cheddar with quiche

too many feelings, can’t fit em’ on beats
ain’t gonna meet realer rappers than me
i always gon’ order a side with the feast

you think you the most, but you doin’ the least
dig in her back, so she grippin’ the sheets

got a new b+tch, i call her monique
got a new fit, i call it unique
poppin’ more bottlеs, i’m poppin’ more bottles
and takin’ more drugs so i feel likе a beast

[verse 1: jack kamran]

if i don’t like you, the beat ain’t get leased
buy a new lambo when i lose the keys
f+ck a little b+tch, now she pay me a fee
arby’s on me, cause i got me the meats
mexican b+tches, they always the baddest
she hittin’ me up, cause she tryna’ feliz
[verse 2: maximi!ian]
family ties me and jack, dot and keem
take her to houston, i’m maxo kareem
choppin’ that cheddar while i plot and scheme
not everything be the same as it seems
standin’ on business, business to be standin’ on
puttin’ my pen to the paper, no pentagon
in the pocket rocket like kellen mond
but it probably ain’t powerful as a gun
b+tch, i’m up at the top and that’s facts
none of these b+tches is f+ckin’ with cities
that ain’t gonna give it to max
but brother, i’m only a human
the beat gettin’ humid, it’s hot like the sand
me hablo no english when i’m goin’ from espana to j+pan
crashin’ the whip like i’m princess dian+

[pre+chorus: jack kamran]
porscha outside of the trap house

if i catch him, i empty a clip
got your b+tch and i’m blowin’ her back out
seven speed ‘matic the lambo
three gears in my driveway to back out
hit the plug know i’m gettin’ the chip
she a liar, i know she ain’t black out
[chorus: jack kamran]
stackin’ up regular cheddar with quiche
call me saytana, i stay off the leash
date a b+tch once and i ain’t gon’ repeat
too many feelings, can’t fit em’ on beats
ain’t gonna meet realer rapper’s than me
i always gon’ order a side with the feast
ridin’ impalas, can’t tame up the beast
you think you the most, but you doin’ the least
dig in her back, so she grippin’ the sheets
settin’ the standards, i’m stayin’ on fleek
can’t get attached, so i hit from the back
but i’m still tryna get a b+tch matchin’ my freak
got a new b+tch, i call her monique
got a new fit, i call it unique
poppin’ more bottles, i’m poppin’ more bottles
and takin’ more drugs so i feel like a beast



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