Sorry Songtext / Lyric

(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 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 ('bout)






Middle fingers up, put them hands high

Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye

Tell him, boy, bye... boy bye...

Middle fingers up

I ain't thinking 'bout you (sorry)



I ain't sorry (sorry)(you)

I ain't sorry (you)

I ain't sorry

I ain't thinking 'bout you (nigga, nah, sorry)

I ain't sorry (ain't 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

Stop interrupting my grinding



I ain't thinking 'bout you, sorry (interrupting my grinding)

(I ain't sorry) I ain't thinking 'bout you

I ain't thinking 'bout you (sorry)

(I ain't sorry) 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 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 (I ain't sorry)

I ain't sorry (I ain't sorry)

I ain't sorry (I ain't sorry), nigga, nah

I ain't 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 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 gon' be alright

We gon' live a good life

Big homie better grow up (grow up)

Me and my whoadies 'bout to stroll up (stroll up)

I see them boppers in the corner

They sneaking out the back door

He only want me when I'm not there (not there)

He better call Becky with the good hair...



He better call Becky with the good hair