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Letoya Luckett- Regret
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
LeToya Luckett
LeToya Luckett
Vocals
Ludacris
Ludacris
Vocals
Tank
Tank
All Instruments
Jerry Franklin
Jerry Franklin
All Instruments
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ludacris
Ludacris
Composer
Kristina Stephens
Kristina Stephens
Songwriter
Robert Newt
Robert Newt
Songwriter
Durrell Babbs
Durrell Babbs
Songwriter
Jerry Franklin
Jerry Franklin
Songwriter
Johnnie Newt
Johnnie Newt
Songwriter
LeToya Luckett
LeToya Luckett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tank
Tank
Producer
Jerry Franklin
Jerry Franklin
Producer
Danny Cheung
Danny Cheung
Recording Engineer
Joshua Monroy
Joshua Monroy
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Dave Pensado
Dave Pensado
Mixing Engineer
Chris Bellman
Chris Bellman
Mastering Engineer
Andrew Wuepper
Andrew Wuepper
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Uh uh he don't deserve you, serve you, He gon regret that he hurt you, hurt you Letoya, I made you cool, You wasn't dat dude, Until I started f-cking with you, Gave you swag (swag) and a duffle bag, You left the best you had now you gon act like that, I got you right, i changed your life, Suicide doors, side co-sign, Gucci rags, louie travel bag, You left the best you had, Baby don't look so mad, You must regret the day that you left me You must regret the day that you left me Still trying to get back (get back) Still trying to get back (back, back with me) Still trying to get back (back, back with me) Ooohhhh VIP, its all on me, And now you at the bar with 1, 2 drinks, Popping game, you look so lame, Without me your pimping ain't the same, First class flights, dipped in lights, I had your neck and wrist oh so bright, Popping tags is a thing of the past, You lost everything you had chasing those scallywags, He he, listen Hey sexy, Tell em that its over, Tell em you my baby, And my coup is your stroller, Tell em this louis Vuitton scarf is your bib, Or that you call me daddy and my house is your crib, And if he cries I know how to control that, Give him some bottles of this conjure cognac, Just to shut him up, She said you wasn't half the man I am so I guess you had to double up, He still trying to get back like the soldiers, Dreaming and then its time to wake him up like Folgers, I just hold her, you used put a load of Sh-t up on the brain, but you lame now its over, I keep her by my side like a holster, I plan to make a full house and I ain't talking bout Poker, But i might poke her and just stroke her, Cos i'm about treat her like a real man supposed ta, Luda, ha I know you regret it homie, You dropped your dime and i picked it up, Shes mine, You cant have her back Imma treat her like a queen that she is, man, Teach you a lesson!
Writer(s): Kristina Stephens, Letoya Luckett, J. Valentine, Christopher Bridges, Durrell Babbs, Robert Newt, Jerry Franklin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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