Troy Ave - Regretful lyrics

Chorus: Troy Ave] I know you wanna be with ya boy But you can't, and it's stressful I ain't mean to break your heart, but I did I'm regretful And it would be a lie if I said What he had wasn't special Although I had to let you go, you should know I'll never forget you, ooh [Bridge:] I'll never forget you, ooh [x2] I'll never forget you You should know, I'll never forget you [Verse 1: Troy Ave] Now how the f** could I forget Destiny? Shorty bought out the best and the fresh in me sponsored links She was just a lil older with a baby girl But I'm a young n***a, still tryna see the world I knew it wouldn't work, but I dragged her along Reminisce about her while I take a drag of the strong Goddamn, that b**h was fine Good food, good moves, with the "Bump N Grind" But the fights was bad, my other hoes was mad Took the numbers out my phone and she called they a** Makin' threats with a follow through, "b**h I'm a follow you" She always want me stay up the house, but I gotta do Things in the street like get this money When you be's in the streets you'll get them honies Hid away in the comb, short stay, get 'em gone I was getting back to her, couldn't wait now she gone Word [Chorus] [Bridge] [Verse 2: Troy Ave] Chesapeake, you trifling' b**h I'll never forget the day you s**ed another n***a dick Back in high school, 2003 You the main reason these hoes gotta deal with me Present day MayBae, you was 'posed to be my wife You 'posed to have my baby, we 'posed to have a life Things don't always go how they supposed We 'posed to be in jail for all them trips on the road Reminiscin' 'bout my silver Benz You and Zanti in the back breaking' 40, 000 into stacks of 10's I ain't gon front, it's plenty times I miss you I won't put you on front, but you had your issues Some due to me, sh** I was doin' me I do the same to Nae, I did the same to Ri I'm a work in progress, I'm improving me But "When A Woman's Fed Up, " get the eulogy [Chorus] [Verse 3: Troy Ave] RIP to Pop Pop, I miss my n***a I get the chills, when I spit there's no tissue n***a I ain't cry since your funeral, no tears left And it's been over 12 years ago since you left You had the gold Rolex, I got on mine today I remember you used to play Billie Holiday And like her "I'll Be Seeing You" uh, later on some day Playin' pool you once cracked a fool head with the 8 ball I'm just like you, hit crackheads with the eight-ball New cars? yea I'm into that Remember how you would do broads? yea I'm livin' that Say your quote everyday: "no man is smarter than the next It's the one who works hardest that achieves success" Carry myself with respect, put muf**as in check You live through me, get your rest, my Grandfather, God Bless Word [Chorus] [Bridge] [Outro: Troy Ave] I'll never forget you If I got it, then you got it, it's no issue It was a lotta bullsh** I went, been through But every girl I done named was official In the words of the Reverend P. Diddy, while I sip this liquor, liquor "Some of these b**hes, they roll harder than your n***as" And everybody know it's a fact Troy Ave. beatin' up this track Yea n***a, yea you know how I'm strapped Eryday I'm down for that clack Powder! I'm a lesson teacher, I don't learn sh** I'm hardheaded, doin' the same to my b**h right nowwww But if you hold a n***a down Then I promise you'll go to the top with me Stay at the top with me, where you supposed to be Just be patient B, knahmean? Don't beef with me, then leave me for the next man When he gon do the same damn thing, and not be as dope as I am How do that make sense? I been f**in' mad b**hes and they leave they man And I'm like "damn You was beefing with that n***a for cheatin' But you f**ing with me, I'm just a... slam... dunk, lay up" Hit em in the back of the trunk, in the parking lot Yea, I did that, that's a fact tho Troy Ave oh I get stacks to blow, but I don't spend 'em on no b**hes Trickin' ain't sh**, I don't care how much riches you got B$B n***as straight to the top Even smoke a lil bit of pot But I specialize in having drug spots Allegedly Enjoy the album