Regrets in pleasure Lyrics

What else?

Yea

I regret it

I had lived without taking the measures

I thought it would bring me some pleasure

But I've been living under pressure

With God I might reach a new level

I said I'd be better than ever

But I have repented

I can't keep me a mag or extended

Adding spice to the story, extend it

If you hiding some shit from me, go fetch it

Fuck the devil that niggas just tempting

My niggas want more its never just less

I be cooking like Barefoot Contessa

In the field I be playing a mess

But I feel like I'm Messi oh yea

Quite the hating just give it a rest

Conversating that shit in my ear

All the birds that be building a nest

Teaching me that I never show fear

In the whip, I might need a chauffeur

What's the jacket? Its made out of fur

Hah

Cooking shit like I'm Jamie Oliver,

I sing for my bitch like I'm Don Toliver

With my dawg, we trapped out in the 6

I'm with my broad, give a fuck about a bitch

Give a fuck about a bitch

Give no fuck about a bitch

Give a fuck about a bitch

Give a fuck about a bitch

Max out on the block I got that shit

And they got eyes up on my just like bulletins

I'm in the box with all my shit like Roddy Rich

I told that boy to watch himself or he get killed

My brother might get high but he got skill

If you fucking with that side then fuck your feels

And when im with the guys, I keep it real

I promise it's no lies when im in here