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  Nowadays, no Im not regular
  I dont know these niggas cause these niggas, they too regular
  Yeah, she got a man, Ive got a girl and shes a better her
  No, I do not own her, I dont check-in, I do check on her
  I mean it all and I would risk that
  I can make her feel it in her stomach like a six-pack
  Woah, dont forget that
  I was on the road, and I mustve made like ten stacks
  I know what she wants
  I do this shit for fun
  Sat back and thought about it, now Im done
  I smoke so much gas, you gotta buy my lungs
  I got paper cuts they all up on my thumbs
  What I make in a day you make in a month
  In the front of my car, where they put the trunk
  Started up, and in a second, boy you done
  I dont go nowhere without my gun
  Plus my gun I swear it came right with a drum
  Trigger finger hurtin, shoot it with my thumb
  Im a rockstar but I came straight from the slums
  Yes I made it in the hood, they think I won
  Nowadays, no Im not regular
  I dont know these niggas cause these niggas, they too regular
  Yeah, she got a man