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I am not sorry You playing games, like Atari I cut you off like karate, girl I hit the back of your 'Rari (ayy) I hit the back of the, back of the 'Rari I hit the back of your 'Rari (mm) Sorry, but I am not sorry (no) You playing games like Atari (whoa) I cut you off like karate, girl I hit the back of your 'Rari (skrr) Sorry, but I am not sorry (sorry) We the ones crashin' the party (slatt, yeah) This is a sorry, not sorry world (ayy) Tokyo done fucked up the game Switched up, new Cartier, yeah Married to the money, man I should've went and got a motherfucking wedding ring Man, I put that on everything Man, how come these pistols won't jam? Dunk on 'em, NBA Jam These niggas want me to fail (whoa, whoa) Had to pull up, wrist on 'em wet, and I took the face off Spaceship for a vehicle, breakin' up when it take off Nigga on somethin' 'til I pull up and pull the thing out (uh) Baby, I'm a real one, never needed a handout Same ones that's mad, their pockets hurt now Oh, yeah, I'm turnt now This 'Rari gon' skrrt out (uh, yeah) Chanel on the bag and I'ma laugh to the bank I came in a Beamer and I'ma leave in a tank I came with a heater, so it was murder she sang (yeah, uh) Gucci my belt buckle, I heard you a snake So I double my bread, chuckle, and get to the cake Shorty laugh at the demons, I'ma tryna breathe out of space I hit the back of your 'Rari ('Rari) Sorry, but I am not sorry (sorry) You playing games like Atari (What?) I cut you off like karate, girl I hit the back of your 'Rari (skrr) Sorry, but I am not sorry (no) We the ones crashin' the party (slatt) This is a sorry, not sorry world We goin' Virgil, Virgil on a baby I'm tryna Off-White up on her face She know a real nigga from a fake I bring them real diamonds out the case We goin' crazy, brazy at the party I'm drippin' ice all up on the body (ice) Startin' a fight, nigga gettin' gnarly Whippin' and dippin', we doin' the race She got some bean bags with a mean ass So I told her to back up We in a C-class tryna think fast, how to get to the bag, huh? She wanna be friends, well it depends 'Cause you already gassed up Better get ready to blast off I'm in the streets with my mask off I can't pretend, you decide, do or die, baby Who am I to choose your side, ain't we grown enough? This is the end 'cause I ain't got a whole lot of patience Bullshit, smell of your fragrance, said enough I hit the back of your 'Rari ('Rari) Sorry, but I am not sorry You playing games like Atari I cut you off like karate, girl I hit the back of your 'Rari (skrr) Sorry, but I am not sorry (no) We the ones crashin' the party (slatt) This is a sorry, not sorry world I hit the back of your 'Rari ('Rari) Sorry, but I am not sorry (sorry) You playing games like Atari (What?) I cut you off like karate, girl I hit the back of your 'Rari (skrr) Sorry, but I am not sorry (no) We the ones crashin' the party (slatt) This is a sorry, not sorry world
Writer(s): Keegan Bach, Golden Landis Von Jones, Omer Fedi, Garth Andrew Best, Blake Slatkin, Jasper Lee Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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