Beyoncé - Sorry Lyrics | FAST DOWNLOAD

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 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

Date Added: 2019-01-15
Comments
0 (1 votes)
Artist Information
Newest Lyrics