Текст песни Never Apologetic - DTB Chris

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