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No Regrets
100
Hip-Hop/Rap
No Regrets was released on February 25, 2022 by Lightskin Records :) as a part of the album No Regrets - Single
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Release DateFebruary 25, 2022
LabelLightskin Records :)
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM117

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Teymour Edris-Ali Pasikhani
Teymour Edris-Ali Pasikhani
Songwriter

Lyrics

What is your biggest regret?
Not being more open to things
(Damn, fuck)
Not letting people speak more frequently
Not taking school as seriously as I should have
(Ah man, I wish I could have did that or that)
Chances to speak up for other people
Not saying sorry no more
(Ah, man)
(Shit)
(Fuck you)
No regrets in this bitch **** fuck that (Fuck that)
Glock with a nut in this bitch it gon' bust back
That boy dirt as shit, he a muskrat (Damn)
Cash in my lap, in my hand, it's a must-have (Need that)
Know I keep that shit grip like a lunch bag
My baby throwing it back like a humpback
O-Oh well **** I'm setting sail ****
Through the mail ****, that's where I sail ****
I keep that pat, yo bitch keep on throwing it back
I beat it, I eat it like snack
These drugs and my heart beating out of my chest
I'm losing my breath, I don't know what's left
L-Light as a feather, no weight on my chest
I'm benching my weight and I'm doing these reps
I don't need no spotter, I spot 'em, I got 'em
I drop 'em, I kill 'em, I left 'em forgotten (Enemy spotted)
How I'm preaching this shit like a prophet
I be picking up pieces like cotton (Pick it up, pick it up)
Reap what you sow, now the reaper that's got 'em
I pick 'em up my scythe and that **** got slaughtered
No, it's off with yo head, guillotine him like he french
How I run shit, Napoleon
Get off that dumb shit, **** I'm sent
Yeah, how I punch in, Pacquiao fist
Yeah, ain't no bitch shit boy, I'm on man time
Eat a feast with the gang now I slam time
We gon' rampage all over through The Grand Line
Stay in one piece, we do not break ties
Kill the pussy that bitch got like 8 lives
You the type to get caught up on Dateline
NBC he's on my TV, yeah up it Chris and the police
Shit she a freak, she gon' do what I say so
Fucked up, my eyes red like tomato
I be spreading that guap like it's mayo
I need that bread with a side of that queso
For my cheddar I hold that vendetta
I got that bread right on my skull like beretta
I don't give a fuck how he do it 'cause I do it better
My head keep on spinning, my brain in the blender
Sweeter than Dizzy, shit I feel tipsy
I got more P's in the bank than Didity
She wanna lip lock, I told her "Kick rocks"
She know the shape of my body is tiptop (Yeah)
I think I need it, shit I be fiendin'
I hate being sober, I'm steady cheefing
Yeah, my only religion is living like Sosa
I'm finna pour dark shit in my soda
Look, white bitches love the dark skins I can't hold ya
**** get pop like coca-cola soda
It's me ****, we all kill it, we weed, we need peace ****
I make music, drop shit for me ****
I drop shit that's money boats I need ****
It's too late to catch up to me ****
I'm too far in this shit
I go hard ****, go hard in this bitch (Go hard)
Uh, I don't spend a dime on a free bitch (Dime on a free bitch)
**** that's a foul cause you reaching (Foul cause you reaching)
I don't give a fuck 'bout a defense (Fuck 'bout a defense)
**** get crossed, no Jesus
Like Jesus please, **** talk God till it's Jesus peace
Bitch I'm a god wherein Jesus be
Yeah **** talk hard till they meet the deed
It's rest in peace a hunnid (A hunnid, a hunnid, a hunnid, a hunnid)
H-Hunnit dollars bills on the ram how I'm coming
Baby catch a thrill if you reachin' my summit
I'll sick another pill, I'll gut and I'll fuck it
H-Hunnit dollars bills on the ram how I'm coming
Baby catch a thrill if you reachin' my summit
I'll sick another pill, I'll gut and I'll fuck it
Written by: Teymour Edris-Ali Pasikhani
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