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Bonfire Dre - No Regrets (feat. Vince Hill) Lyrics



Bonfire Dre - No Regrets (feat. Vince Hill) Lyrics
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No regrets
No regrets
No regrets
No regrets
I'm poppin like
I'm poppin like
A Percocet
A Percocet
I run it like
Nike checks
Nike checks
Deliver more
Than fed ex
Than fed ex
I'm in my bag like a grocery
True
I get my money like ODB
I'm in my back like a grocery
Who is checking for you nobody
This shit ain't rap man it's poetry
I'm showin all my stripes stoically
She like come get near my ovaries
Huh
Told her that's prolly a no for me
Nah
I'm Bonfire Dre so they know it's heat
They get addicted like coke and weed
These people are claiming they bro's of me
Huh
To turn around I'm showing no pity
Just reminding y'all who's on the top of this shit
You know, getting money, power, I've been ballin and shit
Lyrically don't want the smoke, you'll be coughing and shit
The same day I die the same day I'm callin it quits
Yeah I'm confident but not cocky
Dropping bangers ASAP but obviously not Rocky
Drivin 80, cops got me
Wanna date me, nah I be taken in fact
No way man he snapped
Put my f*ckin state on the map
Y'all sleepin on the boy like your arms are lifeless
Y'all steak, no toppings I got salt and spices
She don't really wanna know if it's wrong or right, shit
You know that I waited so long to write this
My numbers getting high like a bong ignited
Want a favor I'm gon see your call, decline it
Everything I make is gold, like I'm always Midas
You know I'm too cold, I'm on my poltergeist shit
No regrets
No regrets
I'm poppin like
A Percocet
I run it like
Nike checks
Deliver more
Than fed ex
I'm in my bag like a grocery
Yeah
I get my money like ODB
Yeah
I'm in my bag like a grocery
Look
Who is checking for you, nobody
No regrets
Always flex
The way I do my thing, got em so obsessed
Headed straight to the money, don't show me less
Got a wife, shorty don't try to throw me sex
Hold the city so long that my arms tired
Hit the booth gassed up it's a bonfire
Yeah the kid stay sharp like barbed wire
Hit the track and black out like car tires
I'm goin hard in the pain
I need some m's in the bank
Vince Hill I do what they can't
Separate real from the fake
I'm in that mode
I'm in my zone
I got a buzz
It ain't a phone
I'm goin up
I'm hella gone
Feel like the king
I need a throne
I hit the lab and go bonkers
Vince Hill and Bonfire some monsters
Head to head with us no contest
From the bottom and look I accomplished
Everything that they said I couldn't now
Crazy verses when I write I put em down
Whole team winnin you can take a look around
Must confess there's no regrets, hella different with the sound
No regrets
No regrets
I'm poppin like
A Percocet
I run it like
Nike checks
Deliver more
Than fed ex
I'm in my bag like a grocery
I get my money like ODB
I'm in my bag like a grocery
Who is checking for you, nobody
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No regrets
No regrets
No regrets
No regrets
I'm poppin like
I'm poppin like
A Percocet
A Percocet
I run it like
Nike checks
Nike checks
Deliver more
Than fed ex
Than fed ex
I'm in my bag like a grocery
True
I get my money like ODB
I'm in my back like a grocery
Who is checking for you nobody
This shit ain't rap man it's poetry
I'm showin all my stripes stoically
She like come get near my ovaries
Huh
Told her that's prolly a no for me
Nah
I'm Bonfire Dre so they know it's heat
They get addicted like coke and weed
These people are claiming they bro's of me
Huh
To turn around I'm showing no pity
Just reminding y'all who's on the top of this shit
You know, getting money, power, I've been ballin and shit
Lyrically don't want the smoke, you'll be coughing and shit
The same day I die the same day I'm callin it quits
Yeah I'm confident but not cocky
Dropping bangers ASAP but obviously not Rocky
Drivin 80, cops got me
Wanna date me, nah I be taken in fact
No way man he snapped
Put my f*ckin state on the map
Y'all sleepin on the boy like your arms are lifeless
Y'all steak, no toppings I got salt and spices
She don't really wanna know if it's wrong or right, shit
You know that I waited so long to write this
My numbers getting high like a bong ignited
Want a favor I'm gon see your call, decline it
Everything I make is gold, like I'm always Midas
You know I'm too cold, I'm on my poltergeist shit
No regrets
No regrets
I'm poppin like
A Percocet
I run it like
Nike checks
Deliver more
Than fed ex
I'm in my bag like a grocery
Yeah
I get my money like ODB
Yeah
I'm in my bag like a grocery
Look
Who is checking for you, nobody
No regrets
Always flex
The way I do my thing, got em so obsessed
Headed straight to the money, don't show me less
Got a wife, shorty don't try to throw me sex
Hold the city so long that my arms tired
Hit the booth gassed up it's a bonfire
Yeah the kid stay sharp like barbed wire
Hit the track and black out like car tires
I'm goin hard in the pain
I need some m's in the bank
Vince Hill I do what they can't
Separate real from the fake
I'm in that mode
I'm in my zone
I got a buzz
It ain't a phone
I'm goin up
I'm hella gone
Feel like the king
I need a throne
I hit the lab and go bonkers
Vince Hill and Bonfire some monsters
Head to head with us no contest
From the bottom and look I accomplished
Everything that they said I couldn't now
Crazy verses when I write I put em down
Whole team winnin you can take a look around
Must confess there's no regrets, hella different with the sound
No regrets
No regrets
I'm poppin like
A Percocet
I run it like
Nike checks
Deliver more
Than fed ex
I'm in my bag like a grocery
I get my money like ODB
I'm in my bag like a grocery
Who is checking for you, nobody
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Writer: Andre Gianfrocco, Vince Hill
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Bonfire Dre
Language: English
Length: 2:53
Written by: Andre Gianfrocco, Vince Hill

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