Regret (featuring Ludacris) (Sky High Radio Edit)

You must regret the day that you left me

Uh, uh, he don't deserve you, deserve you
He gonna regret that he hurt you, hurt you

You must regret the day that you left me

Ah, ah, he don't deserve you, deserve you

He gonna regret that he hurt you, hurt you, LeToya

I made you cool, you wasn't that dude

Until I started ****in' with you

Gave you swag and a duffel bag

You left the best you had,
now you gonna act like that

I got you right, I changed your life

Suicide doors I cosigned

Gucci rags, Louis travel bags

You left the best you had,
baby don't look so mad

You must regret the day that you left me

You must regret the day that you left me

Still tryin' to get back, get back
Still tryin' to get back, back, back with me, oh
Still tryin' to get back, get back
Still tryin' to get back, back, back with me, oh

VIP was all on me

Now you're at the bar with 1 or 2 drinks

Poppin' game, you look so lame

Without me your pimpin' ain't the same

First class flights, dipped in ice

I had your neck and wrist, oh so bright

Poppin' tags is a thing of the past

You lost the things you had chasin' them scallywags

You must regret the day that you left me

You must regret the day that you left me

You still tryin' to get back, get back
Still tryin' to get back, back, back with me, oh
Still tryin' to get back, get back
Still tryin' to get back, back, back with me, oh
Listen, hey ***y, tell 'em that it's over
Tell 'em you my baby
and my coupe is your stroller
Tell 'em this Louis Vuitton scarf is your bib
Or that you call me daddy
and my house is your crib
And if he cries, I know how to control that
Give him some bottles of this Conjure cognac

Just to shut him up,
she said you wasn't half the man I am
So I guess he had to double up
He still tryin' to get back like the soldiers
Dreamin' and it's time to wake him up like Folgers
I just told her you used to put a load of
**** up on her brain but you lame, now it's over
I keep her by my side like a holster
I plan to make a full house
and I ain't talkin' 'bout poker
But I might poke her and just stroke her
'Cause I'm about to treat her
like a real man supposed to, Luda

You must regret the day that you left me

You must regret the day that you left me
You still tryin' to get back, get back
Still tryin' to get back, back, back with me, oh
Still tryin' to get back, get back
Still tryin' to get back, back, back with me, oh

You must regret the day that you left me

You must regret the day that you left me
You still tryin' to get back, get back
Still tryin' to get back, back, back with me, oh
Still tryin' to get back, get back
Still tryin' to get back, back, back with me, oh