Regrets - MTLB.：歌詞、ミュージックビデオ、コンサート

Regrets

2

Hip-Hop/Rap

Regretsは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2022年4月22日に3845528 Records DKによりリリースされましたRegrets - Single

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アルバムRegrets - Single

リリース日2022年4月22日

レーベル3845528 Records DK

言語English

メロディック度

アコースティック度

ヴァランス

ダンサビリティ

エネルギー

BPM107

概要

歌詞

ミュージックビデオ

ミュージックビデオ

クレジット

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Tim Birky

Songwriter

Dylan Francis

Songwriter

Ojo Francis Osas

Ojo Francis Osas

Composer

Brodie Roden

Songwriter

Jonathan Gonzalez

Jonathan Gonzalez

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Brodie Roden

Producer

歌詞

Never been the type to show regret

Always been the one in shorty head

She hit me while she layin' in your bed

Apologizin' for the things she said

I never been the type to show regret

Do what I gotta do to stack the bread

You probably the type to call up the feds

I been huntin' runnin' comin' for your neck

Its poppin' off

She walkin' off

Know you mad at me baby cuz them streets will talk

I see she heard that lil gossip goin round the block

All them posse's causin' problems workin round the clock

Cuz we off n on

Like lights switchin' up from bright to dark

And they minds tell em that they might have a shot

And you know our code make a bag n plot

So go n get up in them sheets and let me change yo walk

Cuz these days time mainly consistent of

The constant watchin' of who they wish they was

Thots been thottin' think they switch it up

Even on yo last leg they try to trip you up

Ah shit

Now I gotta go and be a menace

Purp' mixed with pink ain't a damn thing I be regrettin'

I been seein' things that weaker beings couldn't be presentin'

Bullet through yo brethren n tie you up with his small intestine

Let that get my message across before I pop off

Pitter patter blammer gon' turn yo crib to a pair of crocs

Hitta hold a hammer of judgment without a fear of god

Reason them boomers stuck in a crime fearin' paradox

Never been the type to show regret

Always been the one in shorty head

She hit me while she layin' in your bed

Apologizin' for the things she said

I never been the type to show regret

Do what I gotta do to stack the bread

You probably the type to call up the feds

I been huntin' runnin' comin' for your neck

For the last six months I been seein' red

As if satan playin' symphonies up inside my head

Mind said fuck happiness to fall in love with dread

Force a bitch to cut me off with some crazy shit I said

I'm whippin' in the foreign out the lot

Think yo homies riding when they not

Saw us they got' run up off the block

Ran you down I'm boutta knock off yo jaw

Leave yo lips at yo feet when yo face meet my fist

Its alright I'll be the one to give yo baby momma kiss

She a round me for an hour then it graduate to dick

Once I put my kids inside her I'ma send yo ass the vid

But fuck that all these bitches want is a check

Or to gain some from the status so that's why I neglect

Every single last hoe that try to gain my respect

So if I pass up on yo pussy I won't show no regrets

Never been the type to show regret

Always been the one in shorty head

She hit me while she layin' in your bed

Apologizin' for the things she said

I never been the type to show regret

Do what I gotta do to stack the bread

You probably the type to call up the feds

I been huntin' runnin' comin' for your neck

Every bad bitch I know love to eat sushi

Had one just last week her name was Luci

She let me hit cuz I'm 6'4 and goofy

Tell her I don't wanna date here come the mood swings

So fine so gifted and I'm talking' smoothly

How I get away with treatin' bitches rudely

Reachin' out to me like a fiend for a tooly

Girl get in line you just another groupie

Oh shit

Cali on a roll now

Knockin' this bitch and the one a couple doors down

Who's this

Tell her I don't know her

Only see her in the winter time like a snow bird

Cuz it's on to the next

And it's on to the next

Kept the bitch for too long now her love confess

Now she actin' strange with her face full of strain

Girl fuck yo flowers

I'm tryna buy a chain

I'll buy a big whip with bad bitches in the rear

When I'm at Coachella I want your face full of tears

Cuz you had it all but only had it for a year

You blowin' up my phone just straight actin' weird

Don't be foolish

Don't be stupid

Just chase bags and don't chase cupid

Life be better with assets fluid

MTLB. up next thought you knew it

Written by: Brodie Roden, Dylan Francis, Jonathan Gonzalez, Ojo Francis Osas, Tim Birky

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