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teejay3k - no regrets lyrics

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[intro]
nah, no
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yah
(kaydo, you way too dope, kid)
oh, oh
yeah
i’m tryna tell you
i [?] real, can’t relate
and a little fakin’ hey, yuh

[chorus]
i don’t regret the sh+t i did because i did that sh+t (i did that sh+t)
and every beat that i hop on, i bet they feel that sh+t (i bet i k!ll that sh+t)
yellow diamonds on my wrist, look like i p+ssed all on my wrist, yeah (p+ssed all on my wrist, yeah)
all these blue be pokin’ out look like i’m crip [?]
i put my pain on every beat so they can feel me more (ooh, yeah, yeah, yuh)
i poured a six up in that phantom so it can heal me more (ooh, yeah, yeah, yuh)
i had to stop givin’ a f+ck like where my feelings go? (ooh, yeah, yeah, yuh)
hopped in my bag and got some cash like what [?] for? (i’m tryna tell you)

[verse 1]
i had to slow down off that lean ’cause i had kidney problems
every clip extended, if we spin i bet we got ’em
remember eatin’ mickey d’s, now it’s benihana’s
lot ’em youngin’s ridin’ ’round with them semi+auto—matics
we ain’t trippin’ off no beef, b+tch, we gon’ let ’em have it
they said this sh+t was impossible but i made it happen
i was trappin’, who woulda thought i woulda made it rappin’?
chasin’ baggin’s, couple hunnids stuffed up in a mattress
i said my worst sh+t better than they best sh+t
it’s that 3k, n+gga, this ain’t no x6
i’m not the one, you better find someone to mess with
come to your address, n+gga, that’s how i address sh+t, yeah

[chorus]
i don’t regret the sh+t i did because i did that sh+t (i did that sh+t)
and every beat that i hop on, i bet they feel that sh+t (i bet i k!ll that sh+t)
yellow diamonds on my wrist, look like i p+ssed all on my wrist, yeah (p+ssed all on my wrist, yeah)
all these blue be pokin’ out look like i’m crip [?]
i put my pain on every beat so they can feel me more (ooh, yeah, yeah, yuh)
i poured a six up in that phantom so it can heal me more (ooh, yeah, yeah, yuh)
i had to stop givin’ a f+ck like where my feelings go? (ooh, yeah, yeah, yuh)
hopped in my bag and got some cash like what [?] for? (i’m tryna tell you)
yeah

[outro]
(kaydo, you way too dope, kid)



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