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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 cups I don't give a fuck chucking my deuces up Suck on my balls pause I had enough I ain't thinking 'bout you I ain't thinking 'bout
Middle fingers up Put them hands high Wave it in his face Tell 'em boy bye Tell 'em boy bye Boy bye Middle fingers up I ain't thinking 'bout you
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
Now you want to say you're sorry Now you want to call me crying Now you gotta see me wildin' Now I'm the one that's lying And I don't feel bad about it It's exactly what you get Stop indirecting 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 I ain't thinking bout you
Middle fingers up Put them hands high Wave it in his face Tell 'em boy bye Tell 'em boy bye Boy bye Middle fingers up I ain't thinking bout you
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 should've been home Today I regret the night I put that ring on He always got them fucking excuses I pray to the 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 gone 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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