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Testo Sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry, nigga, nah
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
He trying to roll me up, (I ain't sorry)
I ain't picking up (I ain't sorry)
Headed to the club, (I ain't sorry)
I ain't thinking 'bout you (I ain't sorry)
Me and my ladies sip my D'ussé cup (I ain't sorry)
I don't give a fuck, chucking my deuces up
Suck on my balls, pause, I had enough (I ain't sorry)
I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout
Middle fingers up, put em hands high
Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye
(Sorry) tell him, boy, bye, (sorry) boy bye
Middle fingers up, I ain't thinking 'bout you
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
(You), I ain't sorry, ay, nigga, nah
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry, no no, hell nah
Now you want to say you're sorry Now you want to call me crying
Now you gotta see me wilding
Now I'm the one that's lying
And I don't feel bad about it
It's exactly what you get
So Stop interrupting my grinding
(You interrupting my grinding)
I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Middle fingers up, put em hands high
Point it in his face, tell him boy bye (bye)
Tell him boy bye (bye), boy bye (bye)
Middle fingers up, I ain't thinking 'bout you
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry, nigga, nah
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry, no no hell nah
Looking at my watch, he shoulda been home
Today I regret the night I put that ring on
He always got them fucking excuses
I pray to Lord you reveal what his truth is
I left a note in the hallway
By the time you read it, I'll be far away
I'm far away
But I ain't fucking with nobody
Let's have a toast to the good life
Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eyes
Me and my baby, we gon' be alright
We gon' live a good life
Big homie better grow up
Me and my whoadies 'bout to stroll up
I see them boppers in the corner
They sneaking out the back door
He only want me when I'm not there
He better call Becky with the good hair
He better call Becky with the good hair
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry, nigga, nah
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
He trying to roll me up, (I ain't sorry)
I ain't picking up (I ain't sorry)
Headed to the club, (I ain't sorry)
Me and my ladies sip my D'ussé cup (I ain't sorry)
I don't give a fuck, chucking my deuces up
Suck on my balls, pause, I had enough (I ain't sorry)
I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout
Middle fingers up, put em hands high
Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye
(Sorry) tell him, boy, bye, (sorry) boy bye
Middle fingers up, I ain't thinking 'bout you
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
(You), I ain't sorry, ay, nigga, nah
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry, no no, hell nah
Now you want to say you're sorry Now you want to call me crying
Now you gotta see me wilding
Now I'm the one that's lying
And I don't feel bad about it
It's exactly what you get
So Stop interrupting my grinding
(You interrupting my grinding)
I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Middle fingers up, put em hands high
Point it in his face, tell him boy bye (bye)
Tell him boy bye (bye), boy bye (bye)
Middle fingers up, I ain't thinking 'bout you
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry, nigga, nah
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry, no no hell nah
Looking at my watch, he shoulda been home
Today I regret the night I put that ring on
He always got them fucking excuses
I pray to Lord you reveal what his truth is
I left a note in the hallway
By the time you read it, I'll be far away
I'm far away
But I ain't fucking with nobody
Let's have a toast to the good life
Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eyes
Me and my baby, we gon' be alright
We gon' live a good life
Big homie better grow up
Me and my whoadies 'bout to stroll up
I see them boppers in the corner
They sneaking out the back door
He only want me when I'm not there
He better call Becky with the good hair
He better call Becky with the good hair
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