"Cafe Regal" lyrics
Pause that real quick
Yeah
I been fightin' all these demons (All these demons)
Lil' bitch done got turnt up and I'm the reason (And she know it)
I know that you fuckin', bae, you ain't gotta lie to me
Bitches see young niggas like us, think we hit the lottery
They gon' follow the leader, whatever I say go
So many foreigns parked up, this shit like Saints Row, it's paid for (On God)
Workin' in that club, it don't impress a nigga (It don't impress me, baby)
I like bad hoes in my section, nigga (Every day)
How that's your opp, but when you seen him, you ain't address the nigga? (Nigga, bust)
When we got opps, we make they family go and dress 'em, nigga, tombstone
I got one for the fam and one for the bitches, I keep two phones
Pop a yidda, mix it with the Qua', I'm in a new mood
B Lotti should've listened to me, now he in a group home
Don't ever bite the hand that feed you (Woo)
One thing my young bae ain't know, he for the people (He for the people)
I just parked a McLaren right at Cafe Regal (On God)
You fuck my coworker, I fuck yours, now we equal
Been pourin' up too goddamn much, mommy, I need you (Oh my God)
In the trenches every day, we fuck it up (Fuck it up)
I just gave like fifteen hundred to fuck a slut (On my mama)
I ain't got time to twirl, lil' mama, we fuckin' or what? (Don't want no drama)
Just put a button on that bitch, we fear nobody (Brrt)
Just got ten yiddas from order, that shit is gon' fry me (On God)
I don't want that pussy, girl, I want some moppy, do it sloppy
I hate a bitch that's from the blocky, that's super oppy
We just keep runnin' this shit up (Woo)
I been fightin' all these demons (Ayy, ayy)
Lil' bitch done got turnt up and I'm the reason (Oh my God)
I know that you fuckin', bae, you ain't gotta lie to me (Don't gotta lie)
Bitches see young niggas like us, think we hit the lottery (Davy's wants another one, woo)
They gon' follow the leader, whatever I say go (Whatever I say go)
So many foreigns parked up, this shit like Saints Row, it's paid for (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Workin' in that club, it don't impress a nigga (It don't impress me, baby)
I like bad hoes in my section, nigga (On God)
How that's your opp, but when you seen him, you ain't address the nigga? (Nigga, bust)
When we got opps, we make they family go and dress 'em, nigga (Drrt, boom-doom, yeah)
Don't ever bite the hand that feed you (The hand that feed you)
One thing my young bae ain't know, he for the people (He know what's up)
I just parked a McLaren right at Cafe Regal (On my mama)
You fuck my coworker, I fuck yours, now we equal (Don't want no drama)
Been pourin' up too goddamn much, mommy, I need you (Ayy)
In the trenches every day, we fuck it up (We fuck it up)
I just gave like fifteen hundred to fuck a slut (On my mama)
Just put a button on that bitch, we fear nobody (Frrt, frrt, frrt)
I don't want that pussy, girl, I want some moppy, do it sloppy (Oh my God)
Yeah
I been fightin' all these demons (All these demons)
Lil' bitch done got turnt up and I'm the reason (And she know it)
I know that you fuckin', bae, you ain't gotta lie to me
Bitches see young niggas like us, think we hit the lottery
They gon' follow the leader, whatever I say go
So many foreigns parked up, this shit like Saints Row, it's paid for (On God)
Workin' in that club, it don't impress a nigga (It don't impress me, baby)
I like bad hoes in my section, nigga (Every day)
How that's your opp, but when you seen him, you ain't address the nigga? (Nigga, bust)
When we got opps, we make they family go and dress 'em, nigga, tombstone
I got one for the fam and one for the bitches, I keep two phones
Pop a yidda, mix it with the Qua', I'm in a new mood
B Lotti should've listened to me, now he in a group home
Don't ever bite the hand that feed you (Woo)
One thing my young bae ain't know, he for the people (He for the people)
I just parked a McLaren right at Cafe Regal (On God)
You fuck my coworker, I fuck yours, now we equal
Been pourin' up too goddamn much, mommy, I need you (Oh my God)
In the trenches every day, we fuck it up (Fuck it up)
I just gave like fifteen hundred to fuck a slut (On my mama)
I ain't got time to twirl, lil' mama, we fuckin' or what? (Don't want no drama)
Just put a button on that bitch, we fear nobody (Brrt)
Just got ten yiddas from order, that shit is gon' fry me (On God)
I don't want that pussy, girl, I want some moppy, do it sloppy
I hate a bitch that's from the blocky, that's super oppy
We just keep runnin' this shit up (Woo)
I been fightin' all these demons (Ayy, ayy)
Lil' bitch done got turnt up and I'm the reason (Oh my God)
I know that you fuckin', bae, you ain't gotta lie to me (Don't gotta lie)
Bitches see young niggas like us, think we hit the lottery (Davy's wants another one, woo)
They gon' follow the leader, whatever I say go (Whatever I say go)
So many foreigns parked up, this shit like Saints Row, it's paid for (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Workin' in that club, it don't impress a nigga (It don't impress me, baby)
I like bad hoes in my section, nigga (On God)
How that's your opp, but when you seen him, you ain't address the nigga? (Nigga, bust)
When we got opps, we make they family go and dress 'em, nigga (Drrt, boom-doom, yeah)
Don't ever bite the hand that feed you (The hand that feed you)
One thing my young bae ain't know, he for the people (He know what's up)
I just parked a McLaren right at Cafe Regal (On my mama)
You fuck my coworker, I fuck yours, now we equal (Don't want no drama)
Been pourin' up too goddamn much, mommy, I need you (Ayy)
In the trenches every day, we fuck it up (We fuck it up)
I just gave like fifteen hundred to fuck a slut (On my mama)
Just put a button on that bitch, we fear nobody (Frrt, frrt, frrt)
I don't want that pussy, girl, I want some moppy, do it sloppy (Oh my God)
