Songtexte Sorry (feat. King Cheech) - Day1

Somebody come and hit
The slow jam
Smoking sipping potion
You already know that

We just need somebody
Turn me up the whole way
That's on all my motion
Dummies can't get no play

I heard you talk a lot about us
You don't love me like that
Made a lot of promises
I kind of want back

She from the east
So I'll fly her to the west
Imma hit it one time
Then imma send her right back

So tell me what you want
Gucci Saint Laurent
Keep it quite lowkey
I don't wanna talk

I'll never run a post
It's not personal I'll ghost
Hit you when I'm in the city
Now I'm on the road

Baby you got fans on the ceilings
I'm more into chandeliers
Hit it to 120
Put it into 6th gear

Bend it over one time
Let me hit it from the rear
If you really mean it baby
Keep it going till next year

Pop a bottle baby
Let me sip on couronne
Type of bitch to use it up
Then miss me when I'm gone

Really miss me baby go ahead
Listen to my songs
I'm a little toxic baby
Go ahead kiss me through the phone

Baby going crazy in the photos that I'm taking of her naked
Type of shit to put a man on lock
Champagne falling on the sand beach
Day with a bad lil thot

Funny I been puffing on some gluey sticking to it
Till this damn thing pop
Came up from the bottom hell nah
We can't stop till we stand on top

Somebody come and hit
The slow jam
Smoking sipping potion
You already know that

We just need somebody
Turn me up the whole way
That's on all my motion
Dummies can't get no play

I been on some black n white
Waves like Billabong
And they gon bring me back
A milli of a penny stock

Yeah you better talk to me nice
Either way ain't last a night
You know I left real quick
Cause they all knew that I was right

A nigga stay 10 toes
Cause I been the one
I guess a boss work
Really ain't never done

She said she a fan from the start
Little ABG thot
Needed CC I don't know what
She been trying to start

Baby going crazy in the photos that I'm taking of her naked
Type of shit to put a man on lock
Champagne falling on the sand beach
Day with a bad lil thot

Funny I been puffing on some gluey sticking to it
Till this damn thing pop
Came up from the bottom hell nah
We can't stop till we stand on top

Somebody come and hit
The slow jam
Smoking sipping potion
You already know that

We just need somebody
Turn me up the whole way
That's on all my motion
Dummies can't get no play