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no regrets - yung mala lyrics

[intro]
it’s lori on beats

[chorus: yung mala]
running this sh-t like a boss i’m the king
don’t ask no questions its just a little thing
when i shoot my shot little boy i don’t miss
name another n-gg- that can really do this
disrespect me and let’s see how it gets
balling like i’m from the brooklyn nets
living my life an i got no regrets
living my life an i got no regrets

[verse 1: yung mala]
slamming it down like james (23)
i heard that he’s been talking on my name (who’s he)
i’ma have to hit him in the face (bruce lee)
i’ma have to put him in his place (sheeesh)
hope you understand what i’m saying (kapeesh)
i know you can’t keep up with the pace (too sweet)
i guess that’s why you losing this race
so i guess that’s the reason you losing this race
so you can see in a different state
enough of the bullsh-t your dreams are lucid
shoot it cupid when i take your b-tch
don’t ask no questions ’cause i ain’t a snitch
i just took a left like a empidex
see money and you know i gotta intercept
young boy and i’m balling
but i’m never falling
enough with the stalling
’cause that’s kinda jarring

{verse 2: digitz]
b-tch i be popping
and never flopping
i keep rocking
all these people keep lacking, they keep sleeping
fit many bars in till it’s deep in
once i start winning
they gonna start b-tching
but i don’t give a f-ck
i don’t give a f-ck
sorry for cursing
but i just don’t give a f-ck
about these guys or anyone
only here to fix my pain
and raise the funds
man y’all keep grinding and whining
when you don’t get it you way
all of these n-gg-s reciting the same phrase
“got the drip and the sauce all stacked” but y’all fake
begging for more but y’all ate already
man i’m so sorry
for f-cking your main b
i am so cheeky
just like the emoji
mention the bugatti
the ferrari, maserati
all sh-t you don’t have
but you talk about
got given a map, got my own route
i’ma make it on my own, that’s no doubt
just like me, you ain’t ever been trapping in a house
trapping in a house
so why lie man
got the frying pan
hit you in the head
don’t do it again
b-tch
don’t do it again
i’m afraid of spiders
still the f-cking man
pull up to the rave, they be jumping
in your girl’s crib, she be squatting
look at how i always drop hot sh-t
you should mention my name when talking
sh-t about me
d-mn i’m so “s-xy”
quote from your mother
when she feels me
or touches my palm
the way she rubs on my back
makes me feel so calm

[outro: youngboyalec]
yo
it’s your boy
y-b-a
and you know what yeah
wa-watch out for project a
ju-just keep a watch out
come on

- yung mala lyrics

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