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mori$ regal - tracksuit music lyrics

[verse 1: mori$$ regal]

top down, purple diesel, percy playin’
chop it out of town to your people if they paying’
see ‘em, we pacin’, evadin’ in vapors
cuttin’ off traitors, the cake got layers
the b+tch is thirsty, the rollie’s thirty
i gotta sit it on my wrist, sit her on my d+ck
and the motion still dirty, paper’s now st+rdy
homie’s talkin’ ‘bout a sketchy l!ck i don’t wanna hit
sh+t, it’s tracksuit music
move p’s, playin’ bobby in the buick
used to study og’s just to do it how they do it
if we talkin’ cash, i need it fluid
man i need bands ‘round stacks
a benz, all black
craven on the notes like crack on the stove
and we swerve ‘round cracks, pounds in packs
two+tone gold forgiato’s
regal

[verse 2: jimmie d]

uh, my b+tch aging like a fine wine
you’re another agent on my timeline
so i can’t shine on the vine
even though i grind to my spine
the haters’ salty like a brine
entire adult life, i had the crime on my mind
hit the bench on the incline
sh+t’s rollin’ like wheels on the inline
trips and falls, no slacking in this line
the city’s been mine, i’m just here to collect
my people robbin’ birds
they might appear in your nest
drive your career to its death, uh

- mori regal lyrics

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