Текст песни
Yeah,
aye,
sorry
not
Sorry,
sorry,
sorry
Sorry
not
sorry
If
it
ain't
'bout
the
dough,
don't
call
me
Yeah,
new
blick
with
the
zombies
Now
your
best
friend
ghost
like
Tommy
I
don't
do
no
parties
On
the
road
countin'
dough
with
my
colleagues
Still
a
one-man
army
But
my
dawg
got
a
shot
like
Conley
Had
to
get
it
asap,
asap,
started
off
rocky
I
turned
a
half
to
a
B
no
Charlie
I'm
talkin'
back
when
I
never
had
a
car
key
Brown
bills
wit'
a
pack
like
Choudhry
Talkin'
back
when
I
had
to
get
it
on
feet
Matte
black
with
the
Jansport
on
me
.35
Jane
with
the
.45
arm
reach
Matte
black
with
the
Jansport
on
me
.35
Jane
with
the
.45
arm
reach
Blackjack,
got
my
chip
up,
I'm
on
it
Ain't
no
hiccup,
let's
stick
up
the
money
He
a
rat,
put
a
rat
trap
on
him
Put
him
on
the
map,
put
a
fat
stack
on
him
In
the
middle
of
the
June
they
spot
'em,
got
'em
(Brrt)
(Sorry,
sorry,
sorry...)
sorry
not
sorry
If
it
ain't
'bout
the
dough,
don't
call
me
Yeah,
new
blick
with
the
zombies
Turn
your
best
friend
ghost
like
Tommy
I
don't
do
no
parties
On
the
road
countin'
dough
with
my
colleagues
Still
a
one-man
army
But
my
dawg
got
a
shot
like
Conley
Had
to
get
it
asap,
asap,
started
off
rocky
I
turned
a
half
to
a
B
no
Charlie
I'm
talkin'
back
when
I
never
had
a
car
key
Brown
bills
wit'
a
pack
like
Choudhry
Talkin'
back
when
I
had
to
get
it
on
feet
Matte
black
with
the
Jansport
on
me
.35
Jane
with
the
.45
arm
reach
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