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Accordi 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 picking up
                                         

Headed to the club, I ain't thinking 'bout you
                             
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
                                    

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

Sorry, I ain't sorry
                 
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, 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
                
 Tell him, 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 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
                           

 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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