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721gusto - No Regrets şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: 721gusto

albüm: No Regrets


What is your biggest regret?
Not being more open to things
(Damn, fuck)
Not letting people speak more frequently
Not taking school as seriously as I should have
(Ah man, I wish I could have did that or that)
Chances to speak up for other people
Not saying sorry no more
(Ah, man)
(Shit)
(Fuck you)
No regrets in this bitch nigga fuck that (fuck that)
Glock with a nut in this bitch it gon' bust back
That boy dirty as shit, he a muskrat (damn)
Cash in my lap, in my hand, it's a must-have (need that)
Know I keep that shit grip like a lunch bag
My baby throwing it back like a humpback
O-Oh well nigga I'm setting sail nigga
Through the mail nigga, that's where I sail nigga
I keep that pat, yo' bitch keep on throwing it back
I beat it, I eat it like snack
These drug and my heart beating out of my chest
I'm losing my breath, I don't know what's left
L-light as a feather, no weight on my chest
I'm benching my weight and I'm doing these reps
I don't need no spotter, I spot 'em, I got 'em
I drop 'em, I kill 'em, I left 'em forgotten (enemy spotted)
How I'm preaching this shit like a prophet
I be picking up pieces like cotton (pick it up, pick it up)
Reap what you sow, now the reaper that's got 'em
I pick 'em up my scythe and that nigga got slaughtered
No, it's off with yo' head, guillotine him like he French
How I run shit, Napoleon
Get off that dumb shit, nigga I'm sent
Yeah, how I punch in, Pacquiao fist
Yeah, ain't no bitch shit boy, I'm on man-time
Eat a feast with the gang now I slam time
We gon' rampage all over through The Grand Line
Stay in one piece, we do not break ties
Kill the pussy that bitch got like 8 lives
You the type to get caught up on Dateline
NBC he's on my TV, yeah up it Chris and the police
Shit she a freak, she gon' do what I say so
Fucked up, my eyes red like tomato
I be spreading that guap like it's mayo
I need that bread with a side of that queso
For my cheddar I hold that vendetta
I got that bread right on my skull like Beretta
I don't give a fuck how he do it 'cause I do it better
My head keep on spinning, my brain in the blender
Sweeter than Dizzy, shit I feel tipsy
I got more P's in the bank than Didity
She wanna lip lock, I told her "kick rocks"
She know the shape of my body is tiptop (yeah)
I think I need it, shit I be fiendin'
I hate being sober, I'm steady cheefin'
Yeah, my only religion is living like Sosa
I'm finna pour dark shit in my soda
Look, white bitches love the dark skins I can't hold ya
Niggas get pop like Coca-Cola soda
It's me nigga, we all kill it, we weed, we need peace nigga
I make music, drop shit for me nigga
I drop shit that's money boats I need nigga
It's too late to catch up to me nigga
I'm too far in this shit
I go hard nigga, go hard in this bitch (go hard)
Uh, I don't spend a dime on a free bitch (dime on a free bitch)
Nigga that's a foul cause you reaching (foul cause you reaching)
I don't give a fuck 'bout a defense (fuck 'bout a defense)
Niggas get crossed, no Jesus
Like Jesus please, niggas talk God till it's Jesus peace
Bitch I'm a god wherein Jesus be
Yeah niggas talk hard till they meet the deed
It's rest in peace a hunnid
(A hunnid, a hunnid, a hunnid, a hunnid)
H-Hunnit dollars bills on the ram how I'm coming
Baby catch a thrill if you reachin' my summit
I'll sick another pill, I'll gut and I'll fuck it
H-Hunnit dollars bills on the ram how I'm coming
Baby catch a thrill if you reachin' my summit
I'll sick another pill, I'll gut and I'll fuck it

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