Regret Tink Lyrics

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Regret Tink Lyrics. Regret i hope my next is a flex on you on you, on you, on you how can i explain? Web about press copyright contact us creators advertise developers terms privacy policy & safety how youtube works test new features nfl sunday ticket press copyright.

Regret by New Order Guitar Chords/Lyrics Guitar Instructor
Regret by New Order Guitar Chords/Lyrics Guitar Instructor

Web [verse 1] i had a shorty i hit up when i'm out in cali fuck in the hills, hidin' deep in the valley but i had to pick up a bag in atlanta but i keep it tight, boy, don't worry about it baby, be. Every time you cross my mind it′s pressure on my brain. Web i hope my new nigga fucks me so good, that it feels like i’ll never need nobody else. [intro]i hope my next is a flex on youon you, on you(hitmaka)[verse 1]how can i explain? Every time you cross my mind, it’s. Discover who has written this song. Every time you cross my mind, it's pressure on. (hitmaka) how can i explain? Web [verse 1] too many lies, too many hoes, too many bitches (too many bitches) i don't even got no time to repeat myself 'cause you ain't gon' listen (you ain't. Web about press copyright contact us creators advertise developers terms privacy policy & safety how youtube works test new features nfl sunday ticket press copyright.

You ain’t acknowledge my boundaries. You ain’t acknowledge my boundaries. Web about press copyright contact us creators advertise developers terms privacy policy & safety how youtube works test new features nfl sunday ticket press copyright. Find who are the producer and director of this music video. I hope my next is a flex on youon you, on you(hitmaka)how can i explain? Every time you cross my mind, it’s. (hitmaka) how can i explain? I hope my next is a flex on you on you, on you, on you how can i explain? Web [verse 1] i had a shorty i hit up when i'm out in cali fuck in the hills, hidin' deep in the valley but i had to pick up a bag in atlanta but i keep it tight, boy, don't worry about it baby, be. Web [verse 1] too many lies, too many hoes, too many bitches (too many bitches) i don't even got no time to repeat myself 'cause you ain't gon' listen (you ain't. Every time you cross my mind, it's pressure on.