paroles de chanson Sorry Not Sorry - Lil Yachty , Veeze
Yeah
(Can
we
have
the
check,
please?)
Gang-gang
Today,
I
ain't
in
the
mood,
I
don't
want
your
pussy,
I'm
cool
Got
a
hundred
mil'
on
my
to-do
list,
got
a
kid
with
a
bitch,
he
stupid
Niggas
slide,
just
wait,
just
don't
miss
him,
don't
hit
when
we
come
back,
shoot
Nigga
talkin'
'bout
"Everybody
know
him,"
nigga,
everybody
know
you
a
goof
I
done
popped
out,
feelin'
like
Odd
Future,
Tyler,
the
Creator
my
Louis
Them
boys
ain't
smoked
like
five
opps,
that's
a
whole
pack
of
loose-leaf
This
eighth
came
straight
from
auntie,
we
pink
slip
boys,
no
car
lease
My
cup
all
pink
like
a
Barbie,
I'm
sorry,
not
sorry
like
Beyoncé
Can't
go
to
the
mall,
I'm
too
paid,
too
high
pourin'
lean
on
the
jet
plane
She'll
smuggle
my
drugs
for
a
vacay,
free
Rio,
pourin'
up
in
the
chain
gang
Rolls'
truck,
all
brown,
that
shit
stank
and
my
wrist
all
green
like
my
watch
fake
My
bankrolls
blue,
it's
a
cry-baby
and
my
outfit
uppin'
the
crime
rate
(us)
Diamonds
give
a
bitch
a
headache,
switchin'
lanes,
I'm
scarin'
the
bitch
Damn,
near
tearin'
the
bitch,
me
and
my
bitch,
we
sharin'
the
bitch
Uh,
I
done
ran
around
50
men,
I
feel
like
Ric
Flair
in
this
bitch
(hoo)
Ain't
got
a
care
in
this
bitch,
they
up
it
on
me,
I'm
darin'
the
bitch
Pretty
ass
hoe
pouring
up
my
drink,
I
just
stared
at
the
bitch
I
got
seven
homes
filled
with
clothes,
sauce
on
the
way
in
this
bitch
(yeah)
I
ain't
talkin'
'bout
no
TV
shows,
but
I
still
got
Bear
in
this
bitch
(uh-huh)
I
had
to
figure
it
out
the
hard
way,
no,
I
don't
care,
lil'
bitch
(skeet)
Ayy,
I
never
talk
shit
online,
but
check
it
in
real
life,
I'll
never
struggle
again
(whoo)
I
done
helped
out
my
mans,
I
put
my
mom
in
a
brand
new
Benz
Niggas
is
grown
with
they
bitch,
askin'
for
pics
like
a
fan
You
my
dawg,
I'll
do
what
I
can,
brand
new
fishbowl,
look
like
Saran
Not
my
type,
I'ma
still
smash
rich
off
rap,
I
still
trap
Ain't
no
pressure,
nigga,
I'm
still
relaxed,
still
slime,
still
finesse
I'm
so
rich,
when
I
cheat
on
my
bitch,
she
still
gon'
take
me
back
I
can
talk
that
shit
but
backin'
it
up,
that's
what
I'm
better
at
Pull
up
in
the
Wraith,
the
seats
so
orange,
look
like
a
leather
crab
Pull
up
in
the
Wraith,
the
seats
so
orange,
look
like
a
Hermès
bag
Kiss
your
bitch
goodbye,
she
come
with
us,
'cause
she
ain't
even
comin'
back
Gettin'
high
like
Scarface,
smokin'
dope
inside
a
bubble
bath
Many
men
wish
death
on
me,
one
button,
I
can
get
many
men
dead
I
put
you
on,
I
could
take
you
out,
get
that
shit
through
your
head
(oh)
RTSU
is
around
the
globe,
think
all
these
niggas
fed
(us)
I
don't
give
no
fuck,
I'm
with
whatever,
however
they
wanna
play
it
(ooh)
Like
Bam
Bam,
I
went
through
the
flame,
I
met
the
bitch
at
the
Bodega
(huh)
Took
the
bitch
out
to
Bottega
(huh),
big
stick
on
me
like
Al-Qaeda
(slatt)
My
brothers
keep
a
hottie,
bitch,
it's
up
if
you
say
no
questions
either
Hope
no
ho
think
I
need
her,
I'm
still
mad
at
Bieber
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