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tren10 - regret lyrics

i be hitting back shots on a bad thot
(b+tch i don’t regret it)
homie selling crack rocks on the black top
(b+tch i don’t regret it)
i be screaming f+ck cops yeah f+ck cops
(b+tch i don’t regret it)
never getting locked up never locked up
(b+tch i don’t regret it)
i be hitting back shots on a bad thot
(b+tch i don’t regret it)
homie selling crack rocks on the black top
(b+tch i don’t regret it)
i be screaming f+ck cops yeah f+ck cops
(b+tch i don’t regret it)
never getting locked up never locked up
(b+tch i don’t regret it)
i’m so outta breath
i’m so outta energy
funny how now you wanna be a friend to me
if i didn’t make it then you would’ve stayed my enemy
keep the same energy stay h+ll away from me
you see that i’m good when i’m all on my own
you see that i’m good so just leave me alone
you see that i’m good so just keep yo sh+t goin
don’t even look at me f+ck the shade you throwing
b+tch never stoppin’ till i’m at the top
b+tch never stoppin’ especially for cops
never stoppin’ long as b+tches keep talking
never stoppin’ till i end up in coffins
took bites from black mambas
then suffered through summer
and then came the winter
i wanted to end it
in fetal position
terrible condition
lost all my ambition
but stayed a musician

i be hitting back shots on a bad thot
(b+tch i don’t regret it)
homie selling crack rocks on the black top
(b+tch i don’t regret it)
i be screaming f+ck cops yeah f+ck cops
(b+tch i don’t regret it)
never getting locked up never locked up
(b+tch i don’t regret it)
i be hitting back shots on a bad thot
(b+tch i don’t regret it)
homie selling crack rocks on the black top
(b+tch i don’t regret it)
i be screaming f+ck cops yeah f+ck cops
(b+tch i don’t regret it)
never getting locked up never locked up
(b+tch i don’t regret it)
hear them demons screaming
past the point of believing (believing)
hear them people singing
breathing cold
it’s winter season (winter season)
all my friends are heathens
it ain’t no secret
knocking on my door are the wh0res of holy reason
days are looking up
but i don’t give a f+ck
don’t wanna be alive
bring me back 2009
(2009)
2009
(2009)
smoking on blunts now i get to coughing
mobbing on you i’m christopher walken
b+tching it up i’m done with the talking
rubbing old wounds the thoughts i be blocking

- tren10 lyrics

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