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      Sorry Not Sorry

      Bryson Tiller

      Album: Trapsoul

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      Fight!
      Hey
      God damn...I'm winning
      God damn! I'm winning
      Got money now you done switched up on me
      
      I used to think about how you would act
      When a nigga got money
      Now you done switched up on me
      Now you wanna say "what's up?" to me
      Okay so now you wanna make love to me
      
      Girl if you don't get the fuck from me
      I know you thought we had something special
      But you don't mean nothing to me
      Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me
      
      Just be honest, girl what you want from me?
      This ain't nothing new, keep it so 100
      I can't let none of these niggas get one up on me
      I go by God Tiller, you better run from me
      Give hope to my niggas, them niggas blood money
      Adios to them bitches, can't get a hug from me
      I'm high on life, that's what it does for me
      My numbers going up, I feel a buzz coming (one up)
      
      Young nigga, young nigga
      Your friends bad too?
      Then tell 'em come with you
      And we like, bitches with they own shit
      We don't like gold diggers
      
      Girl if you don't get the fuck from me
      I know you thought we had something special
      But you don't mean nothing to me
      Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me
      
      This the shit I don't condone
      Cheating on your man but you can get it if you want it
      Looking for a bad bitch, I finally found a culprit
      Nigga taking shots, and I'm back check the postage, yeah
      Hey now nigga, why won't you shut up?
      This the motherfuckin' 502 come up
      And every time I'm back in the city
      Every bitch with a hidden agenda run up (cause I'm on, nigga!)
      
      Young nigga, young nigga
      Your friends bad too?
      Then tell 'em come with you
      And we like, bitches with they own shit
      We don't like gold diggers
      
      Girl if you don't get the fuck from me
      I know you thought we had something special
      But you don't mean nothing to me
      Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me
      
      Every nigga did you wrong, except for me
      I'm next to blow and so you should've been next to me
      Say you love sick, girl I got the remedy
      I'll give you long dick and longevity
      Don't settle for less or for infidelity
      Niggas ain't built like me
      He can't bag and pipe and leave that pussy killed like me
      Or even keep the business behind his lips like me
      I got a hundred fucking problems
      Good brain, am I fucking with a scholar?
      Woodgrain, I'mma grip it when I whip it
      If I take a shot and brick it, I'mma flip it
      Thankful for my papa, nigga taught me how to get it
      Gotta make sure my brothers is eating I'mma split it
      If she throw that pussy at me I'mma hit it
      Pen Griffey, but she won't get a penny, no
      (Boy if you don't get)
      
      Young nigga, young nigga
      Your friends bad too?
      Then tell 'em come with you
      And we like, bitches with they own shit
      We don't like gold diggers
      
      Girl if you don't get the fuck from me
      I know you thought we had something special
      But you don't mean nothing to me
      Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me
      
      Hey
      God damn
      We don't like gold diggers...
      God...damn I'm winning
      Oh no!

      Bryson Tiller - Sorry Not Sorry Música y Letra

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