Regina, Pt. 2
Oh that's your girl? She my stress relief, clap the cheeks to sleep
Oh that's your girl? She my stress relief, clap the cheeks to sleep
Oh that's your girl? She my stress relief, clap the cheeks to sleep
Oh that's your girl? She my stress relief, clap the cheeks to sleep
Every night in the studio like I got no home
Quit my job, told my mama, no, this the life I chose
If I die, let the truth be told, put that on my bros
To the kids looking up to me, yes I fuck up too
But I don't go blaming no one else, I clean up the poo
I had just laid another verse, stepped out of the booth
Gina sent me another text, picture of her boobs
Caption read, hope you feel better, come over when through
Oh that's your girl? She my stress relief, clap the cheeks to sleep
Oh that's your girl? She my stress relief, clap the cheeks to sleep
Oh that's your girl? Swear she got the good and a fatty too
Oh that's your girl way she make it move, think I got her hooked
I don't want no damn relationship
I'm just better laying pipe, what you like
Girl I'm not looking for relationship
Don't complicate it, fucking stick to the script
Now listen girl and listen well
I don't need no baggages
Less they got some cash in them
Need some space, go have it then
But don't you say you leaving him
Sorry, can't fit, in between
I'm too focused on my dreams
Don't want you waiting for me
You risking all you got for this?
All the spoiling, shopping spree
Tuition and this whip?
Go and talk it with your friends
Sure they got some better sense
I'll go kick it with my men
Probably see you next weekend
Go reconsider your plan
Oh that's your girl? She my stress relief, clap the cheeks to sleep
Oh that's your girl? She my stress relief, clap the cheeks to sleep
Oh that's your girl? Swear she got the good and a fatty too
Oh that's your girl? Way she make it move, think I got her hooked
Oh that's your girl? Spend your cash on me when I make her cream
Oh that's your girl? Told her friends bout me, now they wanna see
Oh that's your girl? She my stress relief, she my stress relief
Oh that's your girl? She my stress relief, clap the cheeks to sleep
Oh that's your girl? She my stress relief, clap the cheeks to sleep
Oh that's your girl? She my stress relief, clap the cheeks to sleep
Oh that's your girl? She my stress relief, clap the cheeks to sleep
Every night in the studio like I got no home
Quit my job, told my mama, no, this the life I chose
If I die, let the truth be told, put that on my bros
To the kids looking up to me, yes I fuck up too
But I don't go blaming no one else, I clean up the poo
I had just laid another verse, stepped out of the booth
Gina sent me another text, picture of her boobs
Caption read, hope you feel better, come over when through
Oh that's your girl? She my stress relief, clap the cheeks to sleep
Oh that's your girl? She my stress relief, clap the cheeks to sleep
Oh that's your girl? Swear she got the good and a fatty too
Oh that's your girl way she make it move, think I got her hooked
I don't want no damn relationship
I'm just better laying pipe, what you like
Girl I'm not looking for relationship
Don't complicate it, fucking stick to the script
Now listen girl and listen well
I don't need no baggages
Less they got some cash in them
Need some space, go have it then
But don't you say you leaving him
Sorry, can't fit, in between
I'm too focused on my dreams
Don't want you waiting for me
You risking all you got for this?
All the spoiling, shopping spree
Tuition and this whip?
Go and talk it with your friends
Sure they got some better sense
I'll go kick it with my men
Probably see you next weekend
Go reconsider your plan
Oh that's your girl? She my stress relief, clap the cheeks to sleep
Oh that's your girl? She my stress relief, clap the cheeks to sleep
Oh that's your girl? Swear she got the good and a fatty too
Oh that's your girl? Way she make it move, think I got her hooked
Oh that's your girl? Spend your cash on me when I make her cream
Oh that's your girl? Told her friends bout me, now they wanna see
Oh that's your girl? She my stress relief, she my stress relief
Oh that's your girl? She my stress relief, clap the cheeks to sleep
Credits
Writer(s): Kofi Akom
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