Eli Fross - No Regrets lyrics
[Eli Fross - No Regrets lyrics]
Great John on the beat by the way
Aye, aye, aye
I smoke furnace, momma,
I was broke, back then they use to swerve me
Now they look up like "Damn, he in his Birkin"
Shorty look good but her friend look perfect
I'm in my own lane in the car I'm swervin'
Bussed down chain in the spot she turnin'
Heart been broke so I fucked her and curved her
And free bro locked on the opps, he was lurkin'
Lookin' like a star while I shine in these VV'S
Ice on froze might blind, can't see me
Been down bad then I burst through the ceiling
Momma, look up, see your son on the TV
Won't tell a thing if I'm booked, nigga, free me
Sippin' on Wock' inna spot I be leaning
Got a nigga hot now the hoes wanna see me
And even shawty look at a nigga, bitch, leave me
Uh, fucked a bad bitch that I dont know, uh
Never love a thot, that's a no-no, uh
Wife a bad bitch on the low-low, uh
The only time I run is from the popo, uh
She still tryna fuck when she leave me, uh
Put a opp nigga on the TV, uh
Brodie sendin' shots like it's frisbey, uh
We still takin' flights out the city
I smoke furnace, momma,
I was broke, back then they use to swerve me
Now they look up like "Damn, he in his Birkin"
Shorty look good but her friend look perfect
I'm in my own lane in the car I'm swervin'
Bussed down chain in the spot she turnin'
Heart been broke so I fucked her and curved her
And free bro locked on the opps, he was lurkin'
Aye, aye, aye
I smoke furnace, momma,
I was broke, back then they use to swerve me
Now they look up like "Damn, he in his Birkin"
Shorty look good but her friend look perfect
I'm in my own lane in the car I'm swervin'
Bussed down chain in the spot she turnin'
Heart been broke so I fucked her and curved her
And free bro locked on the opps, he was lurkin'
Lookin' like a star while I shine in these VV'S
Ice on froze might blind, can't see me
Been down bad then I burst through the ceiling
Momma, look up, see your son on the TV
Won't tell a thing if I'm booked, nigga, free me
Sippin' on Wock' inna spot I be leaning
Got a nigga hot now the hoes wanna see me
And even shawty look at a nigga, bitch, leave me
Uh, fucked a bad bitch that I dont know, uh
Never love a thot, that's a no-no, uh
Wife a bad bitch on the low-low, uh
The only time I run is from the popo, uh
She still tryna fuck when she leave me, uh
Put a opp nigga on the TV, uh
Brodie sendin' shots like it's frisbey, uh
We still takin' flights out the city
I smoke furnace, momma,
I was broke, back then they use to swerve me
Now they look up like "Damn, he in his Birkin"
Shorty look good but her friend look perfect
I'm in my own lane in the car I'm swervin'
Bussed down chain in the spot she turnin'
Heart been broke so I fucked her and curved her
And free bro locked on the opps, he was lurkin'