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Cafe Regal
4,974
Hip-Hop/Rap
Cafe Regal was released on November 14, 2025 by Standard Records/Nothing Bout Us Regular under exclusive license to UnitedMasters LLC as a part of the album Swiggity
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Release DateNovember 14, 2025
LabelStandard Records/Nothing Bout Us Regular under exclusive license to UnitedMasters LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM81

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Lyrics

[Intro]
Pause that real quick
Yeah
[Chorus]
I been fightin' all these demons (All these demons)
Lil' bitch done got turnt up and I'm the reason (And she know it)
I know that you fuckin', bae, you ain't gotta lie to me
Bitches see young **** like us, think we hit the lottery
They gon' follow the leader, whatever I say go
So many foreigns parked up, this shit like Saints Row, it's paid for (On God)
Workin' in that club, it don't impress a **** (It don't impress me, baby)
I like bad hoes in my section, **** (Every day)
How that's your opp, but when you seen him, you ain't address the ****? (****, bust)
When we got opps, we make they family go and dress 'em, ****, tombstone
[Verse 1]
I got one for the fam and one for the bitches, I keep two phones
Pop a yidda, mix it with the Qua', I'm in a new mood
B Lotti should've listened to me, now he in a group home
[Refrain]
Don't ever bite the hand that feed you (Woo)
One thing my young bae ain't know, he for the people (He for the people)
I just parked a McLaren right at Cafe Regal (On God)
You fuck my coworker, I fuck yours, now we equal
Been pourin' up too goddamn much, mommy, I need you (Oh my God)
In the trenches every day, we fuck it up (Fuck it up)
I just gave like fifteen hundred to fuck a slut (On my mama)
I ain't got time to twirl, lil' mama, we fuckin' or what? (Don't want no drama)
Just put a button on that bitch, we fear nobody (Brrt)
Just got ten yiddas from order, that shit is gon' fry me (On God)
I don't want that pussy, girl, I want some moppy, do it sloppy
I hate a bitch that's from the blocky, that's super oppy
We just keep runnin' this shit up (Woo)
[Chorus]
I been fightin' all these demons (Ayy, ayy)
Lil' bitch done got turnt up and I'm the reason (Oh my God)
I know that you fuckin', bae, you ain't gotta lie to me (Don't gotta lie)
Bitches see young **** like us, think we hit the lottery (Davy's wants another one, woo)
They gon' follow the leader, whatever I say go (Whatever I say go)
So many foreigns parked up, this shit like Saints Row, it's paid for (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Workin' in that club, it don't impress a **** (It don't impress me, baby)
I like bad hoes in my section, **** (On God)
How that's your opp, but when you seen him, you ain't address the ****? (****, bust)
When we got opps, we make they family go and dress 'em, **** (Drrt, boom-doom, yeah)
[Refrain]
Don't ever bite the hand that feed you (The hand that feed you)
One thing my young bae ain't know, he for the people (He know what's up)
I just parked a McLaren right at Cafe Regal (On my mama)
You fuck my coworker, I fuck yours, now we equal (Don't want no drama)
Been pourin' up too goddamn much, mommy, I need you (Ayy)
In the trenches every day, we fuck it up (We fuck it up)
I just gave like fifteen hundred to fuck a slut (On my mama)
Just put a button on that bitch, we fear nobody (Frrt, frrt, frrt)
I don't want that pussy, girl, I want some moppy, do it sloppy (Oh my God)
Written by: Lloyd Travis Mckenzie Jr
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