REGULAR ft. Chris Henry Lyrics

Tell me why, tell my why

Every other day

Different guy, different guy

Sippin on that liquour

To the sky, to the sky

On my regular shit

You're a regular bitch, girl

Everyday man I'm sippin on wine

So everyday I'm feelin bare fine

I fill up my glass

I bill up my zoot

Den smoke my ting n' get high

Hourglass on my tummy

So you know I'an really got time

And my mind stuck on my money

This money gon make me blind

But I'm still gon swag like Ray Charles

Dior on my face ain't fake dawg

Like fuck all the reps buy some taste dawg

I can see it and mans standing from qway

Your jumpmans in the wrong place dawg

Nuffin left to say

Talk is cheap, so I digress

You know me and chris comin straight from the west end

So, this ting is a blessing

She got fake garms showin bare fake love

Lil' bitch that's an Ali-Expression

But I know that time will show

So I sip my wine let go of the stressin

Can never stop or slow down boy

I strictly stick to the steppin

Been doin' this six zero seven years

No point in wiping the SL8 clean

Doubleu3, Doubleu7

Otherwise known as the A-Team

See it, Say it, Sort it

Never report it

Feelin' important

Clothes are imported

Watch where you step

You better be cautious

Got one question to ask your daughter

Tell me why, tell my why

Every other day

Different guy, different guy

Sippin on that liquour

To the sky, to the sky

On my regular shit

You're a regular bitch, girl

Tell me why, tell my why

Every other day

Different guy, different guy

Sippin on that liquour

To the sky, to the sky

On my regular shit

You're a regular bitch, girl