Sorry

You-you-you, you-you, you-you-you
 You-you-you, you-you, you-you-you
 You-you-you, you-you, you-you-you
 (Sorry) I ain't sorry
 (Sorry) I ain't sorry
 I ain't sorry, nigga, nah
 (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 my D'USSÉ cups (Sorry, I ain't sorry)
 I don't give a fuck, chuckin' my deuces up
 Suck on my balls, pause, I had enough (Sorry, I ain't sorry)
 I ain't thinking 'bout you
 I ain't thinking 'bout
 Middle fingers up, put them hands high
 Wave it in his face, tell him, boy bye (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, nigga, nah, I ain't thinking 'bout you
 (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 cryin'
 Now you gotta see me wildin'
 Now I'm the one that's lyin'
 And I don't feel bad about it
 It's exactly what you get
 Stop interrupting my grinding
 (You 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
 Wave it in his face, tell him, boy bye (bye, sorry)
 Tell him, boy bye (bye, sorry) boy bye (bye)
 Middle fingers up, I ain't thinking 'bout you
 (Sorry) I ain't sorry
 (Sorry) I ain't sorry (I ain't sorry)
 I ain't sorry, nigga, nah
 (Sorry) I ain't sorry
 (Sorry) I ain't sorry
 I ain't sorry
 No, no, hell nah
 Lookin' at my watch, he shoulda been home
 Today, I regret the night I put that ring on
 He always got them fuckin' 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 this tear fall down my eyes
 Me and my baby, we gon' be alright
 We gon' live a good life
 Big homie better grow up (grow up)
 Me and my whoadies 'bout to stroll up (stroll up)
 I see them boppers in the corner (corner)
 They sneaking out the back door
 He only want me when I'm not there (not there)
 He better call Becky with the good hair (good hair)
 He better call Becky with the good hair