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On The Regular Lyrics By Meek Mill

    sell a lot of dope
    dodge a lot of cases stickin’ to the basics
    rock a lot of chains do a lot of things
    bottles by the cases stickin’ to the basics
    do it on the regular fuckin’ on the regular
    drippin’ on the regular trippin’ on the regular
    count it on the regular sippin’ on the regular
    never smokin’ regular nigga we ain’t regular

    i’m out la for a week
    i’m out here playin’ for keeps yeah yeah
    i never play in them jeeps
    double r back of the seat yeah yeah
    i’m out here lookin’ like meech
    flooded the patek philippe yeah yeah
    boogers all up in the piece
    we got the key to the streets oh lord
    remember they said i was done done
    fuck that they ain’t know i’m the one one
    we get your chain and it’s one one
    i tell my nigga i want one
    i tell my nigga to get it back
    he in the field ’bout to punt somethin’
    i hit your main and your side piece
    that’s on the low but i’m on one
    wait wait wait
    switch sides niggas switch side
    we ain’t never got to dick ride
    more tickets than a fish fry
    and the chopper had the big guy
    little nigga i’m the boss now
    came back on them game 7
    trap niggas got the ball now

    sell a lot of dope
    dodge a lot of cases stickin’ to the basics
    rock a lot of chains do a lot of things
    bottles by the cases stickin’ to the basics
    do it on the regular fuckin’ on the regular
    drippin’ on the regular trippin’ on the regular
    count it on the regular sippin’ on the regular
    never smokin’ regular nigga we ain’t regular

    woah woah woah
    regular regular regular
    i do not see no competitors
    hatin’ cause we got ahead of them
    i’m getting money etcetera
    bad bitches all on my schedule
    felony felony felony
    i catch a case and it’s federal
    bikes out summer time aye
    mikes on number nine yeah
    bad bitch hella fine woah
    she don’t fuck never mind no
    i’ma get at her another time
    i’ma go scoop me a yellow dime
    she go both ways like the yellow line
    i’m fuckin’ her friends she fuckin’ mine oh shit
    still trippin’ ain’t no love for the other side
    rap beef turn to homicides
    when we land on them and them hollows fly
    had a bag but you broke nigga
    you ain’t fuckin’ with me bottom line
    out of sight nigga out of mind
    and my patek runnin’ out of time

    sell a lot of dope
    dodge a lot of cases stickin’ to the basics
    rock a lot of chains do a lot of things
    bottles by the cases stickin’ to the basics
    do it on the regular fuckin’ on the regular
    drippin’ on the regular trippin’ on the regular
    count it on the regular sippin’ on the regular
    never smokin’ regular nigga we ain’t regular

    Artist: Meek Mill

    Year: 2016

    Decade: 10s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 287