Never Apologetic Lyrics

Was never apologetic

Got too many sons that their mixing identities

Shorty feening to neck on me

Try to tie up the score that's gon get you a penalty

Leave her stuck in a rhythm a melody

Bitching niggas who's older no kid in me

You cuffing a leg are you kidding me

She loving all the aggression delivery

It's in my blood so no pimping me

Broke hearts so bad I need remedy

Uh we gon kick off

Bro get the assist and we lift off

In her spine and she want me to lift her

Tip her this big dick what I give her

And she feening for all of my liquor one night stand I don't do nothing but pimp her

In my face and she want me to kiss her

Simp her but got me fucked up

Grabbing knoccas too pussy to fist up

When I'm in it she calling me mr

Texting on my phone think I miss her

Had to get ocky and lift up

Bro grabbing Taylor like it's swifter

And she calling my phone saying lick her

Was never apologetic

Got too many sons that their mixing identities

Shorty feening to neck on me

Try to tie up the score that's gon get you a penalty

Leave her stuck in a rhythm a melody

Bitching niggas who's older no kid in me

You cuffing a leg are you kidding me

She loving all the aggression delivery

Was never apologetic

Got too many sons that their mixing identities

Shorty feening to neck on me

Try to tie up the score that's gon get you a penalty

Leave her stuck in a rhythm a melody

Bitching niggas who's older no kid in me

You cuffing a leg are you kidding me

She loving all the aggression delivery

I done puzzled the pieces

Too much drip on my body I leave bitches seasick

Did I say you could leave bitch

Reversing the roles I'm the one who's feening

Had to cash out at Neiman

You wearing a vest while we aim for figis

And she think she could leave me

For all the homies they know I'll still bleed it

Hood made but I still gotta leave it

Violate niggas jus like imma demon

No remorse

We ain't catching the bullets we throwing them

What's ever your set nigga throw it up

Hand over the liquor we pour it up

Ain't eating you out jus give it up

Shyt was there just had to go pick it up

Bag bread winners jus know we gon live it up

Was never apologetic

Got too many sons that their mixing identities

Shorty feening to neck on me

Try to tie up the score that's gon get you a penalty

Leave her stuck in a rhythm a melody

Bitching niggas who's older no kid in me

You cuffing a leg are you kidding me

She loving all the aggression delivery

Was never apologetic

Got too many sons that their mixing identities

Shorty feening to neck on me

Try to tie up the score that's gon get you a penalty

Leave her stuck in a rhythm a melody

Bitching niggas who's older no kid in me

You cuffing a leg are you kidding me

She loving all the aggression delivery