Sorry

Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry, no
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry

He tryna 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 our drinks up (Sorry, I ain't sorry)
I don't give a fuck, chucking my deuces up
Suck 'em up, fuck boys, I've had enough (Sorry, I ain't sorry)
I ain't thinking 'bout you (I ain't sorry)
I ain't thinking 'bout

Middle fingers up, put them hands high
Put them in his face, tell him, "Boy, bye" (Sorry, I ain't sorry)
Tell him, "Boy, bye" (Sorry)
"Boy, bye"
Middle fingers up, I ain't thinking 'bout you (Sorry, I ain't sorry)
You (Sorry, I ain't sorry)
You (I ain't sorry)
I ain't thinking 'bout you (Sorry, I ain't sorry)
I ain't sorry (Sorry)
I ain't sorry

I ain't sorry, no, no, hell nah

Now you wanna say you're sorry
Now you wanna call me crying
Now you wanna see me whining
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
Put them in his face, tell him, "Boy, bye" (Sorry)
Tell him, "Boy, bye" (Sorry)
"Boy, bye" (Sorry)
Middle fingers up, I ain't thinking 'bout you (Sorry, I ain't sorry)
You (Sorry, I ain't sorry)
You (I ain't sorry)
I ain't thinking 'bout you (Sorry, I ain't sorry)

You (Sorry)
I ain't sorry (Sorry)
I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry, no, no, hell nah

Looking at my watch, he should've 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 these tear drops down my eyes
Me and my baby, we gon' be alright
We gon' live a good life
They call me bad, I blow 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