My niggas, they run up, they dont do driveby's
F*ck around get clapped, that's a high five
You dont want no beef, nigga Five Guys
Mob ties, cross will wet you up, nigga baptize
Bitches, they be all up on my dick
I ain't even with the chick, so they question, nigga why lie?
My nigga David Blaine doing street magic
Make a nigga disappear, screaming out Voila
Get to the chicken like P5
Matter fact, getting to the chicken like Popeyes
Green make a nigga stronger like I was Popeye
Hitting at his feet, I'll have him doing the Chacha
Yeah Yeah
Dick her down and then I leave that bitch brain dead
If you got a problem, nigga say it then
My nigga he move rocks like a caveman
Only thing I'm dropping is fire right after Game Plan
My nigga's only worried bout the checks
If you f*cking with the gang then they're coming for your neck bitch
My boys ride or die's they the best
If you're messing with the kid then they're showing no regrets bitch
My nigga's only worried bout the checks
If you f*cking with the gang then they're coming for your neck bitch
My boys ride or die's they the best
If you're messing with the kid then they're showing no regrets bitch
My nigga got the Mac, he only wants the cheese
Told her if she wants me then she got to get up on her knees
Yeah I been that nigga since buzz cuts and Jersey's
A nigga catch the burner if he ever tries to touch me
Bitch please
Who the f*ck you think you is?
Hating on a nigga that's just young, dumb and rich
F*ck around and have my niggas go to hit a lick
All these haters on my dick, tell them how they love my kids
My women they be classy, I ain't f*cking with no slob
Shorty eat my dick like it's corn on a cob
I ride for my gang, yeah I ride for my mob
And all these nigga's my son like I f*cked on they mom
My nigga's only worried bout the checks
If you f*cking with the gang then they're coming for your neck bitch
My boys ride or die's they the best
If you're messing with the kid then they're showing no regrets bitch
My nigga's only worried bout the checks
If you f*cking with the gang then they're coming for your neck bitch
My boys ride or die's they the best
If you're messing with the kid then they're showing no regrets bitch
Trey Budden - No Regrets Lyrics
Trey Budden - No Regrets Lyrics
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My niggas, they run up, they dont do driveby's
F*ck around get clapped, that's a high five
You dont want no beef, nigga Five Guys
Mob ties, cross will wet you up, nigga baptize
Bitches, they be all up on my dick
I ain't even with the chick, so they question, nigga why lie?
My nigga David Blaine doing street magic
Make a nigga disappear, screaming out Voila
Get to the chicken like P5
Matter fact, getting to the chicken like Popeyes
Green make a nigga stronger like I was Popeye
Hitting at his feet, I'll have him doing the Chacha
Yeah Yeah
Dick her down and then I leave that bitch brain dead
If you got a problem, nigga say it then
My nigga he move rocks like a caveman
Only thing I'm dropping is fire right after Game Plan
My nigga's only worried bout the checks
If you f*cking with the gang then they're coming for your neck bitch
My boys ride or die's they the best
If you're messing with the kid then they're showing no regrets bitch
My nigga's only worried bout the checks
If you f*cking with the gang then they're coming for your neck bitch
My boys ride or die's they the best
If you're messing with the kid then they're showing no regrets bitch
My nigga got the Mac, he only wants the cheese
Told her if she wants me then she got to get up on her knees
Yeah I been that nigga since buzz cuts and Jersey's
A nigga catch the burner if he ever tries to touch me
Bitch please
Who the f*ck you think you is?
Hating on a nigga that's just young, dumb and rich
F*ck around and have my niggas go to hit a lick
All these haters on my dick, tell them how they love my kids
My women they be classy, I ain't f*cking with no slob
Shorty eat my dick like it's corn on a cob
I ride for my gang, yeah I ride for my mob
And all these nigga's my son like I f*cked on they mom
My nigga's only worried bout the checks
If you f*cking with the gang then they're coming for your neck bitch
My boys ride or die's they the best
If you're messing with the kid then they're showing no regrets bitch
My nigga's only worried bout the checks
If you f*cking with the gang then they're coming for your neck bitch
My boys ride or die's they the best
If you're messing with the kid then they're showing no regrets bitch
F*ck around get clapped, that's a high five
You dont want no beef, nigga Five Guys
Mob ties, cross will wet you up, nigga baptize
Bitches, they be all up on my dick
I ain't even with the chick, so they question, nigga why lie?
My nigga David Blaine doing street magic
Make a nigga disappear, screaming out Voila
Get to the chicken like P5
Matter fact, getting to the chicken like Popeyes
Green make a nigga stronger like I was Popeye
Hitting at his feet, I'll have him doing the Chacha
Yeah Yeah
Dick her down and then I leave that bitch brain dead
If you got a problem, nigga say it then
My nigga he move rocks like a caveman
Only thing I'm dropping is fire right after Game Plan
My nigga's only worried bout the checks
If you f*cking with the gang then they're coming for your neck bitch
My boys ride or die's they the best
If you're messing with the kid then they're showing no regrets bitch
My nigga's only worried bout the checks
If you f*cking with the gang then they're coming for your neck bitch
My boys ride or die's they the best
If you're messing with the kid then they're showing no regrets bitch
My nigga got the Mac, he only wants the cheese
Told her if she wants me then she got to get up on her knees
Yeah I been that nigga since buzz cuts and Jersey's
A nigga catch the burner if he ever tries to touch me
Bitch please
Who the f*ck you think you is?
Hating on a nigga that's just young, dumb and rich
F*ck around and have my niggas go to hit a lick
All these haters on my dick, tell them how they love my kids
My women they be classy, I ain't f*cking with no slob
Shorty eat my dick like it's corn on a cob
I ride for my gang, yeah I ride for my mob
And all these nigga's my son like I f*cked on they mom
My nigga's only worried bout the checks
If you f*cking with the gang then they're coming for your neck bitch
My boys ride or die's they the best
If you're messing with the kid then they're showing no regrets bitch
My nigga's only worried bout the checks
If you f*cking with the gang then they're coming for your neck bitch
My boys ride or die's they the best
If you're messing with the kid then they're showing no regrets bitch
Writer: Joseph Budden
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid