Текст песни Regula Degula / Got Eem (Nickelus F) с переводом

You gotta make it count

You gotta make it count

Walk through your function in a sweat suit

And shut it down on my.

Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'

Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'

Drove through the drive thru and the lady gave me her number

But that’s.

Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'

Regula' Degula', Regu-, Regula' Degula'

We only smoke on that loud pack

You keep all of that.

Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'

Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'

Gotta make it count

You gotta make it count

Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'

Regu-, Regula' Degula'

Hey yo I used to sit and stress

About the shit I couldn’t afford to do

Now I’m on some big shit

Cuz I kick shit like Gordon Liu

So ill with the writing

I bet you I’ll still be fighting off 24 year olds when I’m 42

Petey the flow deacon

Told 'em I was the Last of the Mohicans

When they asked if there were more of you

They said, «Damn your moving like Michael Keaton

In Multiplicity man, handling shit like there’s four of you.»

Uh-huh, I had told ya

I uprose to show ya I could behold the ayatollah

So strong that I can show up, give you a high five

And paralyze your whole right side from the shoulder

That’s right I’m a pro now

Got behind the boards

So of course, made my own sound

Niggas went from bumming rides

To getting flown 'round

And spending money like centripetal force to hold it down

Walk through your function in a sweat suit

And shut it down on my.

Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'

Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'

Drove through the drive thru and the lady gave me her number

But that’s.

Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'

Regula' Degula', Regu-, Regula' Degula'

We only smoke on that loud pack

You keep all of that.

Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'

Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'

Gotta make it count

You gotta make it count

Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'

Regu-, Regula' Degula'

I’m in these streets riding clean

A nigga mad as hell

Getting digits off the snitches or the tattle tales

I’m in the whip, seat back, with the fattest L

In the lane whippin 'round like a dragon tail

Bitch niggas love to pop shit

I’m probably getting stock tips while loading up Glock clips

I find it funny niggas saying that I’m old

But I’m the nigga that steady putting out the new hot shit

My city love me, you hatin' nigga

You over there in solitaire

The fuck is you playing nigga?

I ain’t got a job or a boss that’ll pay a nigga

So Petey out to get it from the PM to AM nigga

Petey out here hustlin'

24/7 hoe

365 hoe

What the fuck would I lie for?

Let a nigga find out where you pitch or reside though

And niggas kicking in through the back and the side door

Ah

You gotta make it count

You gotta make it count

Walk through your function in a sweat suit

And shut it down on my.

Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'

Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'

Drove through the drive thru and the lady gave me her number

But that’s.

Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'

Regula' Degula', Regu-, Regula' Degula'

We only smoke on that loud pack

You keep all of that.

Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'

Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'

Gotta make it count

You gotta make it count

Regula' Degula', Regula' Degula'

Regu-, Regula' Degula'

I don’t know why a nigga mad

And I don’t give a fuck

I was rock bottom looking for a pick me up

It’s a cold world momma had to zip me up

Back when I was still sippin' out of sippy cups

Two different type of niggas, we ain’t similar

2Pac taught me how to hit 'em up

Niggas tried to cross me but we ain’t perpendicular

And I’ll break on a nigga like a tibia, a fibula

Petey made a name and now they screaming for his signature

Petey like greens and his greens he eat with vinegar

You got a lot of followers but you ain’t got no listeners

I’m preaching to the choir and the motherfucking minister

Petey, Petey bigger than the grudges, they unlimited

So why I let it go like a wholesale distributor

You would be dumb to come test my testiculars

Claiming that you real but your face ain’t familiar

Free Wise P no kid should be a prisoner

I don’t need to know the details or the particulars

I just hope its all straightened out like a conditioner

I don’t go to movies cuz my real life a cinema

A nigga tried to play the role with me

And I’ma send him up

Before it even get started

I’m a put an end to ya

And for me there’s no losing

Cuz I’m proving that I’m proven, hey

Homie said you ain’t got no bitches

Who don’t got no bitches?

He say I, he say I don’t?

I could press that nigga like damn nigga

I do got more bitches than you

With your ugly ass

Got Eem!

Petey got pills

Oxycotin, Percs

Petey got lean

Petey got herb

Petey got fans and them fans spread the word

That Petey ain’t got feelings

But Petey got some nerve

Niggas said they edibles that’s what Petey heard

But Petey skip them edibles

Petey want his money up front on the first

Or I’ll be sliding in your home base 'round the third

Damn, damn that’s that Nickel shit

I even got wordplay

Crazy yo I simple shit

Niggas can’t fuck with me

Bottle with the pistol grip

I grind your bones into dust just to sniff the shit

I turn that bottle upside down while you sip the shit

Petey ain’t no plumber but Petey working with the shits

I’m reppin' Richmond bitch

I’m reppin' Richmond bitch

You ain’t ever met no niggas like these

Got Eem!

I got computers feuding

Got Eem!

You ain’t never smoke no blunts like these

Got Eem!

I got the über ubre

Ha!

Got Eem!

A hoe without a job to have some fun and spend some money

Ain’t nobody trip as long as everybody winnin'

Go and get the check hoe you look it might impress you

Sorry, sob stories, and your tears don’t touch me

I’m cold

Fuck you bitch get your own (Got Eem!)

And fuck being broke we gettin' doe

The plug is the first speed dial in my phone

I fuck with him cuz he’ll never tax me on his o’s

I had to block your bitch up off my Twitter

Spamming me with pictures of them nipples

I ain’t never thirsty

But if I am, I’ma get the liquor

Hoodie on my head like the reaper with the sickle

Petey out to get it.

Nigga what’s good my nigga?

Holy shit

Don’t wanna get your shit domed my nigga

Damn, what we pressin' niggas like that?

Hell yeah I am my nigga. I’ma fuck.