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edris ali - no regrets lyrics

no regrets lyrics
[intro: edris ali]
what is your biggest regret?
not being more open to things
(d+mn, f+ck)
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)
(sh+t)
(f+ck you)

[verse 1: edris ali]
no regrets in this b+tch n+gga f+ck that (f+ck that)
glock with a nut in this b+tch it gon’ bust back
that boy dirt as sh+t, he a muskrat (d+mn)
cash in my lap, in my hand, it’s a must+have (need that)
know i keep that sh+t grip like a lunch bag
my baby throwing it back like a humpback
o+oh well n+gga i’m setting sail n+gga
through the mail n+gga, that’s where i sail n+gga
i keep that pat, yo b+tch keep on throwing it back
i beat it, i eat it like snack
these drugs and my heart beating out of my chest
i’m losing my breath, i don’t know what’s lеft
l+light as a feather, no weight on my chеst
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 k!ll ’em, i left ’em forgotten (enemy spotted)
how i’m preaching this sh+t 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 n+gga got slaughtered
no, it’s off with yo head, guillotine him like he french
how i run sh+t, napoleon
get off that dumb sh+t, n+gga i’m sent
yeah, how i punch in, pacquiao fist
yeah, ain’t no b+tch sh+t 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
k!ll the p+ssy that b+tch 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
sh+t she a freak, she gon’ do what i say so
f+cked 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 f+ck how he do it ’cause i do it better
my head keep on spinning, my brain in the blender
sweeter than dizzy, sh+t 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, sh+t i be fiendin’
i hate being sober, i’m steady cheefing
yeah, my only religion is living like sosa
i’m finna pour dark sh+t in my soda
[verse 2: 721gusto]
look, white b+tches love the dark skins i can’t hold ya
n+ggas get pot like coca+cola soda
it’s me n+gga, we all k!ll it, we weed, we need peace n+gga
i make music, drop sh+t for me n+gga
i drop sh+t that’s money boats i need n+gga
it’s too late to catch up to me n+gga
i’m too far in this sh+t
i go hard n+gga, gohan in this b+tch (gohan)
uh, i don’t spend a dime on a free b+tch (dime on a free b+tch)
n+gga that’s a foul cause you reaching (foul cause you reaching)
i don’t give a f+ck ’bout a defense (f+ck ’bout a defense)
n+ggas get crossed, no jesus
like jesus please, n+ggas talk god till it’s jesus peace
b+tch i’m a god wherein jesus be
yeah n+ggas talk hard till they meet the deed
it’s rest in peace a hunnid (a hunnid, a hunnid, a hunnid, a hunnid)

[outro: edris ali]
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 it and i’ll f+ck 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 it and i’ll f+ck it

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