LeToya Luckett, Ludacris - Regret lyrics
[LeToya Luckett, Ludacris - Regret lyrics]
You must regret the day that you left me
(Uh, uh, he don't deserve you, deserve you
He gonna regret that he hurt you, hurt you)
You must regret the day you left me
(Ah, ah, he don't deserve you, deserve you
He gonna regret that he hurt you, hurt you
LeToya)
I made you cool, you wasn't that dude
Until I started fuckin' with you
Gave you swag and a duffel bag
You left the best you had
Now you gonna act like that
I got you right, I changed your life
Suicide doors I cosigned
Gucci rags, Louis travel bags
You left the best you had
Baby don't look so mad
You must regret the day that you left me
You must regret the day that you left me
Still tryin' to get back, get back
Still tryin' to get back, back, back with me
Oh still tryin' to get back, get back
Still tryin' to get back, back, back with me
Oh
VIP was all on me
Now you're at the bar with 1 or 2 drinks
Poppin' game, you look so lame
Without me your pimpin' ain't the same
First class flights, dipped in ice
I had your neck and wrist, oh so bright
Poppin' tags is a thing of the past
You lost the things you
Had chasin' them scallywags
You must regret the day that you left me
You must regret the day that you left me
You still tryin' to get back, get back
Still tryin' to get back, back, back with me
Oh still tryin' to get back, get back
Still tryin' to get back, back, back with me
Oh
Listen, hey sexy, tell 'em that it's over
Tell 'em you my baby and
My coupe is your stroller
Tell 'em this Louis Vuitton scarf is your bib
Or that you call me daddy and
My house is your crib
And if he cries, I know how to control that
Give him some bottles of this Conjure cognac
Just to shut him up
She said you wasn't half the man I am
So I guess he had to double up
He still tryin' to get back like the soldiers
Dreamin' and it's time to wake
Him up like Folgers
I just told her you used to put a load of
Shit up on her brain but you lame
Now it's over
I keep her by my side like a holster
I plan to make a full house
And I ain't talkin' 'bout poker
But I might poke her and just stroke her
Cause I'm about to treat her like
A real man supposed to, luda
You must regret the day that you left me
(I know you regret it, homie)
You must regret the day that you left me
(You dropped her down and I picked it up
She's mine)
You still tryin' to get back, get back
(You can't have her back)
Still tryin' to get back, back, back with me
Oh (I'm gonna treat her like the
Queen that she is, man)
Still tryin' to get back, get back
(Teach you a lesson)
Still tryin' to get back, back, back with me
Oh
You must regret the day you left me
You must regret the day you left me
You still tryin' to get back, get back
Still tryin' to get back, back, back with me
Oh still tryin' to get back, get back
Still tryin' to get back, back, back with me
Oh
(Uh, uh, he don't deserve you, deserve you
He gonna regret that he hurt you, hurt you)
You must regret the day you left me
(Ah, ah, he don't deserve you, deserve you
He gonna regret that he hurt you, hurt you
LeToya)
I made you cool, you wasn't that dude
Until I started fuckin' with you
Gave you swag and a duffel bag
You left the best you had
Now you gonna act like that
I got you right, I changed your life
Suicide doors I cosigned
Gucci rags, Louis travel bags
You left the best you had
Baby don't look so mad
You must regret the day that you left me
You must regret the day that you left me
Still tryin' to get back, get back
Still tryin' to get back, back, back with me
Oh still tryin' to get back, get back
Still tryin' to get back, back, back with me
Oh
VIP was all on me
Now you're at the bar with 1 or 2 drinks
Poppin' game, you look so lame
Without me your pimpin' ain't the same
First class flights, dipped in ice
I had your neck and wrist, oh so bright
Poppin' tags is a thing of the past
You lost the things you
Had chasin' them scallywags
You must regret the day that you left me
You must regret the day that you left me
You still tryin' to get back, get back
Still tryin' to get back, back, back with me
Oh still tryin' to get back, get back
Still tryin' to get back, back, back with me
Oh
Listen, hey sexy, tell 'em that it's over
Tell 'em you my baby and
My coupe is your stroller
Tell 'em this Louis Vuitton scarf is your bib
Or that you call me daddy and
My house is your crib
And if he cries, I know how to control that
Give him some bottles of this Conjure cognac
Just to shut him up
She said you wasn't half the man I am
So I guess he had to double up
He still tryin' to get back like the soldiers
Dreamin' and it's time to wake
Him up like Folgers
I just told her you used to put a load of
Shit up on her brain but you lame
Now it's over
I keep her by my side like a holster
I plan to make a full house
And I ain't talkin' 'bout poker
But I might poke her and just stroke her
Cause I'm about to treat her like
A real man supposed to, luda
You must regret the day that you left me
(I know you regret it, homie)
You must regret the day that you left me
(You dropped her down and I picked it up
She's mine)
You still tryin' to get back, get back
(You can't have her back)
Still tryin' to get back, back, back with me
Oh (I'm gonna treat her like the
Queen that she is, man)
Still tryin' to get back, get back
(Teach you a lesson)
Still tryin' to get back, back, back with me
Oh
You must regret the day you left me
You must regret the day you left me
You still tryin' to get back, get back
Still tryin' to get back, back, back with me
Oh still tryin' to get back, get back
Still tryin' to get back, back, back with me
Oh