CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Sorry
G-G-Girl next door
I'm sorry I'm the sh*t
I'm sorry I'm that n***a and I'm sorry you a b*t*h
I'm sorry I got no advice for you except to quit
I'm sorry, but I know sorry don't mean sh*t
I'm sorry I'm the sh*t
I'm sorry I'm that n***a and I'm sorry you a b*t*h
I'm sorry I got no advice for you except to quit
I'm sorry, but I know sorry don't mean sh*t
n***as say that we're the weird ones but onto weirder sh*t
They'a get it through they head but they ain't listening
Sent one shot through one ear, came out the other, he ain't hear the sh*t
f**k it, keep on shooting, put this pump in him like insulin
Several times a day, we stretch that block so much, we injured it
Boy, you won't benefit, so let's see if you fit in a bin
He been a b*t*h
I burn you then throw it like women with a fix
You come press, that gun press
Your son dress like women fits
Compress the end of it
Shoot yo head on some lemon sh*t
Approach you with the piece like a new beginning then end yo sh*t
Shouldn't be legal how I manipulate your mental, I'm amending it
f**king your mind up like I invented it
Hole inside your head 'cause it's full of smoke, I'm just venting it
Prolly from the smoke that I just sent in it
I can smell a pu**y, your whole vibe, it got the scent in it
You broke, I slit your throat and make a hole then slide a cent in it
Synonym for cinnamon, tedenants, these n***as really feminine
And choose to keep polluting the waters I been swimming in
I'll send you home in the same boat that you entered in
You finite, this Fight Night, blow for blow, the clip infinite
I'm sorry I'm the sh*t
I'm sorry I'm that n***a and I'm sorry you a b*t*h
I'm sorry I got no advice for you except to quit
I'm sorry, but I know sorry don't mean sh*t
I'm sorry I'm the sh*t
I'm sorry I'm that n***a and I'm sorry you a b*t*h
I'm sorry I got no advice for you except to quit
I'm sorry, but I know sorry don't mean sh*t
n***as say that we're the weird ones but onto weirder sh*t
They'a get it through they head but they ain't listening
Sent one shot through one ear, came out the other, he ain't hear the sh*t
f**k it, keep on shooting, put this pump in him like insulin
Several times a day, we stretch that block so much, we injured it
Boy, you won't benefit, so let's see if you fit in a bin
He been a b*t*h
I burn you then throw it like women with a fix
You come press, that gun press
Your son dress like women fits
Compress the end of it
Shoot yo head on some lemon sh*t
Approach you with the piece like a new beginning then end yo sh*t
Shouldn't be legal how I manipulate your mental, I'm amending it
f**king your mind up like I invented it
Hole inside your head 'cause it's full of smoke, I'm just venting it
Prolly from the smoke that I just sent in it
I can smell a pu**y, your whole vibe, it got the scent in it
You broke, I slit your throat and make a hole then slide a cent in it
Synonym for cinnamon, tedenants, these n***as really feminine
And choose to keep polluting the waters I been swimming in
I'll send you home in the same boat that you entered in
You finite, this Fight Night, blow for blow, the clip infinite
