Lyrics JASIAH – REGULAR
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Regular Show & JASIAH:
Guy in crowd
Hey! Where are your instruments man?
Mordecai:
Jasiah
Mordecai
And we rock so hard, we don’t need instruments
Rigby
Hit it!
Benson
A one, a two, a one, two, three, four!
JASIAH:
Damn
Damn, haha
Damn, bitch, bitch
Yuh, yuh, yuh (Huh)
Yuh, huh, yuh
Ayy, ayy
On my mind, I’m thinkin’ ’bout them bands (Yeah)
My niggas gon’ be flexin’, no, you cannot comprehend me, knotty clique
Shotty hit yo’ body, make yo’ body flip, tummy tuck
Pussy gettin’ tummy-fucked, you gon’ get yo’ money up
Pussy, where yo’ toy at? Always
?
Bitch, I came up from the dirt, and I’m comin’ from abroad, yeah
Fuel me up, fuel me up, jealous? Bitch, it fuel me up
You niggas took all this clout, I just want the fuckin’ bucks
Talkin’ shit through yo’ computer
I’ll go to war with’ ya, nigga, I got shooters
You a pussy boy, no aim, you a loser
(Yeah) I be chasin’ checks, I can’t fuck no busy bitch
Chop it off the set, mosh pit till you fuckin’ dizzy, bitch
Talkin’ all that shit, why the fuck you fakin’ numbers, bitch?
Fuck if you a vet, you can’t even keep up with me, bitch
Talkin’ shit through yo’ computer
I’ll go to war with’ ya, nigga, I got shooters
If you need to get embarrassed, nigga, I can do it
You a pussy boy, no aim, you a loser
Talkin’ shit through yo’ computer
I’ll go to war with’ ya, nigga, I got shooters
If you need to get embarrassed, nigga, I can do it
You a pussy boy, no aim, you a loser
Regular Show:
Mordecai
Huh? Ah, we won
Eileen
Actually-