I Ain't Sorry

Your ex be on my privates I ain't talking bout my story My ego is enormous it's gon burn some bridges for me Two middle fingers to the fuckers that ignore me Chuck the duece up I ain't lying I ain't sorry Why you tripping why you bitching that's just one side of the story Try to hear me out I scream and shout but you choose to ignore me I'm running from nothing cause I'm just chasing the sun And I got nothing to do, nothing to lose Nothing to keep me from you My mind so confused How I could love you and you couldn't too Got another bottle but I drink it I don't pour it Heart is racing fast like I just shifted and I floored it Your ex be on my privates I ain't talking bout my story My ego is enormous it's gon burn some bridges for me Two middle fingers to the fuckers that ignore me Chuck the duece up I ain't lying I ain't sorry I ain't sorry For coming here and fucking up the party I'm smoking on that pack pack you smoking on some barley She lying on her back flat can't handle her bacardi Handing out some heart attacks her name ms melancholy Can't fuck a bitch, if she got fucking insecurities She call me dad, but her daddy ain't approve of it Can get a bag and I can tell you I ain't new to it Ain't fucking with these groupies my chick bad could call me Ludacris She ain't gonna rock it 'less it's Christian Dior If it's your number imma block it I ain't fucking with you any more 1 am hit my phone when I'm all alone I smoke to forget Late night I'm in my zone Your ex be on my privates I ain't talking bout my story My ego is enormous it's gon burn some bridges for me Two middle fingers to the fuckers that ignore me Chuck the duece up I ain't lying I ain't sorry