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Artiste : Lil Yachty
Titre : Sorry Not Sorry
Yeah
Gang-gang (Can we have the check, please?)

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 Beyonce
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 (Shoo)
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 fifty 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 (Blrrt)
Pretty ass ho pouring up my drink, I just stared at the bitch (Phew)

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 (Woo)
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 good-bye, 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 (Blrrt)

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