[Hook 1][Refrão](Sorry) I ain't sorry(Sorry) I ain't sorryI ain't sorryNin-nit, nah(Sorry) I ain't sorry(Sorry) I ain't sorry[Próxima Parte]I ain't sorry[Verse 1]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'usse cup (I ain't sorry)I don't give a fuck, chucking my deuces upSuck on my balls, pause, I had enough (I ain't sorry)I ain't thinking 'bout youI ain't thinking 'bout[Bridge 1]Middle fingers up, put them hands highWave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye (sorry)Tell him, boy, bye (sorry), boy, byeMiddle fingers up, I ain't thinking 'bout you[Hook 2](Sorry) I ain't sorry(Sorry) I ain't sorry(You) I ain't sorryI ain't thinking 'bout you(Sorry) I ain't sorry(Sorry) I ain't sorryI ain't sorryNo no, hell nah[Verse 2 2x]Now you want to say you're sorryNow you want to call me cryingANow you gotta see me wildingNow I'm the one that's lyingAAnd I don't feel bad about itIt's exactly what you getAStop interrupting my grindingI ain't thinking 'bout you[Hook 3](Sorry) I ain't sorryI ain't thinking 'bout youI ain't thinking 'bout you[Bridge 2]Middle fingers up, put them hands highWave 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[Hook 4][Refrão] (repetir)[Próxima Parte]I ain't sorryNo no, hell nah[Verse 3]Looking at my watch, he shoulda been homeToday I regret the night I put that ring onHe always got them fucking excusesI pray to the Lord you reveal what his truth is[Outro]I left a note in the hallwayBy the time you read it, I'll be far awayI'm far awayBut I ain't fucking with nobodyLet's have a toast to the good lifeSuicide before you see this tear fall down my eyesMe and my baby, we gon' be alrightWe gon' live a good lifeBig homie better grow upMe and my whoadies 'bout to stroll upI see them boppers in the cornerThey sneaking out the back doorHe only want me when I'm not thereHe better call Becky with the good hairHe better call Becky with the good hair
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[Hook 1]
[Refrão]
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
Nin-nit, nah
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
[Próxima Parte]
I ain't sorry
[Verse 1]
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'usse 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
[Bridge 1]
Middle fingers up, put them 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
[Hook 2]
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
(You) I ain't sorry
I ain't thinking 'bout you
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
No no, hell nah
[Verse 2 2x]
Now you want to say you're sorry
Now you want to call me crying
A
Now you gotta see me wilding
Now I'm the one that's lying
A
And I don't feel bad about it
It's exactly what you get
A
Stop interrupting my grinding
I ain't thinking 'bout you
[Hook 3]
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout you
[Bridge 2]
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
[Hook 4]
[Refrão] (repetir)
[Próxima Parte]
I ain't sorry
No no, hell nah
[Verse 3]
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
[Outro]
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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