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wastelnd - no regrets lyrics

(hook)
yeah, i’m the best in the world
yeah, f+ck these girls
yeah, these n+ggas ain’t making me sh+t
mane f+ck these n+ggas they stay on my d+ck
i got no love for these hoes
she said i’m fine, yeah i know
this girl grabbing on my clothes (yeah)
she call me cause she home alone
ride the d+ck, she gon’ pop a wheelie
like lisha, i get silly (yeah)
it’s cold, i’m getting a lil’ chilly (yeah)
she called me cutе, oh really?
he called mе a fiend but n+gga you’re broke
i’m laughing at you ‘cause you are a joke
you not my n+gga, you not my bro
there’s sh+t about me that you’ll never know

(verse)
yeah, baby this the real deal
there’s people i wanna k!ll
yes i know baby i’m real
now be a good girl, pop this seal
the m+ffin man gon’ get his way
he leaving n+ggas in dismay
now which glock will i use today?
when i start shooting, get out the way
tell me yo’ name, my memory’s bad
n+ggas f+ckin’ with you, i don’t like that
this choppa gon’ lay them flat
shoot a n+gga twice, right in the back
then when i’m done, i’m counting my racks
there is some heat that come out this gat
i am the best, that is that
f+ck that, i am+ what, wait (yeah)
y’all know that i am extending my mags
switch on the glock it’s making it lag
pull out the cheese cause i smell a rat
talking that sh+t, i’m swinging my bat
i hate these n+ggas they holding me back
f+ck on this b+tch, i ain’t cover my tracks
y’all know that i’m chasing the stacks
run yo’ mouth and you get clapped
i got a choppa, it’s finna yap
it’s finna knock yo’ ass off the map
told that b+tch to sit on my lap
please don’t try what i rap
he talking ‘bout me, i know that it’s cap
f+ckin’ with me, that is a trap
he talking that sh+t on a motherf+cking app
now i’m finna run my victory lap
yes y’all know that i got the power
that b+tch stink she need a shower
i’m finna f+ck yo’ girl for an hour
stacking the bricks, i’m building a tower
she gon’ listen to my commands
she a good girl for m+ffin man
talking ‘bout me, boy are you my fan?
i fly higher than peter pan
(hook)
yeah, i’m the best in the world
yeah, f+ck these girls
yeah, these n+ggas ain’t making me sh+t
mane f+ck these n+ggas they stay on my d+ck
i got no love for these hoes
she said i’m fine, yeah i know
this girl grabbing on my clothes (yeah)
she call me cause she home alone
ride the d+ck, she gon’ pop a wheelie
like lisha, i get silly (yeah)
it’s cold, i’m getting a lil’ chilly (yeah)
she called me cute, oh really?
he called me a fiend but n+gga you’re broke
i’m laughing at you ‘cause you are a joke
you not my n+gga, you not my bro
there’s sh+t about me that you’ll never know

- wastelnd lyrics

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