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bri-c – regulate كلمات اغاني

[chorus: bri_c]
lately i feel like a n_gga been stressing
how many days do i gotta keep pressing?
stacking the hours i’m giving what’s left and
wonder what’s worth it i’m counting my blessings
focused on me and my n_ggas we reppin’
key to the streets i don’t need me a weapon
i don’t got beef ’cause i’m focused on green
had that government cheese when i barely could get sh_t
this sh_t been a race, but my n_gga i lead it
true to myself, but they call me conceited
stay with my brodie’s and all of ’em eating
writing them lyrics your shorty repeat ’em
banger to banger i’m keeping ’em fiendin’
damier gucci the louis, it’s even
prada my baby i’m keepin’ her t__thing
straight to the point ’cause they gave me a reason
[verse 1: bri_c]
back in my element, f_ck all these n_ggas
i’m done with the talking i’m right back to balling
thinking they got me, they never could top me
unless it’s they shorty she all on my stomach
see how i’m thumbing, you know how we coming
y’all juggin for nothing it’s honestly rubbish
see what i want and i take it like f_ck it
i don’t got no problems the check i’ma cut it
back to the real i’ma level it out
i’m feeling like lately i’m burning sh_t down
if i’ma be honest since we on the topic
i’m f_cking exhausted it’s burning me out
it’s all for my momma i’m making her proud
for all of them nights she was holding it down
barely could sleep with the gas tank on e
i don’t know how she breathing it’s keeping me round
louis the buckle with fendi my duffle
got people i know round the way that could touch you
i’m on a new level took yours just to double
you picked up the bag but i bet you a fumble
this sh_t what i do like i’m kd or russell
i’m honestly even like book in the bubble
them n_ggas ain’t touching me i’m yelling f_ck ’em
i’m dubbing the opps ain’t no problem to rush ’em
[chorus: bri_c]
lately i feel like a n_gga been stressing
how many days do i gotta keep pressing?
stacking the hours i’m giving what’s left and
wonder what’s worth it i’m counting my blessings
focused on me and my n_ggas we reppin’
key to the streets i don’t need me a weapon
i don’t got beef ’cause i’m focused on green
had that government cheese when i barely could get sh_t
this sh_t been a race, but my n_gga i lead it
true to myself, but they call me conceited
stay with my brodie’s and all of ’em eating
writing them lyrics your shorty repeat ’em
banger to banger i’m keeping ’em fiendin’
damier gucci the louis, it’s even
prada my baby i’m keepin’ her t__thing
straight to the point ’cause they gave me a reason

[verse 2: taylr woods]
yeah, don’t let me get started ’bout n_ggas i’m better than
not a rookie i’m really a veteran (okay)
i’m balling out i should get me a letterman
only thing that i need is the cheddar man (yeah)
you got a problem we can link up whenever man
n_ggas know that i’m really the better man (yeah)
i make it rain like the motherf_cking weather man (yeah)
getting money is something they never can (okay)
these n_ggas ain’t really on sh_t (oh)
full of that cap like they working at lids (yeah, okay)
i got your b_tch and she up in my crib (okay)
she wanna come stay cause she like how i live
people keep sleeping it is what it is (it is)
i’m getting my money i’m stacking my chips
these n_ggas ain’t doing no better than this (okay)
they copying me so i call them my kids
aye, running this sh_t like a mother f_cking track meet (yeah)
if you ain’t talking don’t at me (oh)
i been balling so hard like an athlete (yeah)
n_ggas hate and i know they can’t stand me (yeah)
aye, i’m at the top of the game
and these n_ggas can’t stop me so don’t even try (don’t even try)
don’t try to tell me my sh_t is trash lil n_gga you don’t gotta lie (gotta lie)
[chorus: bri_c]
lately i feel like a n_gga been stressing
how many days do i gotta keep pressing?
stacking the hours i’m giving what’s left and
wonder what’s worth it i’m counting my blessings
focused on me and my n_ggas we reppin’
key to the streets i don’t need me a weapon
i don’t got beef ’cause i’m focused on green
had that government cheese when i barely could get sh_t
this sh_t been a race, but my n_gga i lead it
true to myself, but they call me conceited
stay with my brodie’s and all of ’em eating
writing them lyrics your shorty repeat ’em
banger to banger i’m keeping ’em fiendin’
damier gucci the louis, it’s even
prada my baby i’m keepin’ her t__thing
straight to the point ’cause they gave me a reason

[outro]
hey it’s traze, turn it up

- bri c

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