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[Chorus]
(Sorry, I'm sorry) I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
****, nah (Sorry)
I ain't sorry (I'm sorry)
I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
[Verse 1]
He tryna roll me up (I ain't sorry)
I ain't pickin' up (I ain't sorry)
Headed to the club (I ain't sorry)
I ain't thinkin' 'bout you (I ain't sorry)
Me and my ladies sip my D'USSÉ cup
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 thinkin' 'bout you
I ain't thinkin' 'bout-
[PreChorus]
Middle fingers up
Put 'em hands high
Wave it in his face
Tell him, boy, bye (Sorry)
Tell him, boy, bye (I'm sorry)
Boy, bye
Middle fingers up
I ain't thinkin' 'bout you (Sorry)
[Chorus]
I ain't sorry (I'm sorry)
I ain't sorry (You)
I ain't sorry (You)
I ain't thinkin' 'bout you (Sorry)
I ain't sorry (I'm sorry)
I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
No, no, hell nah
[Verse 2]
Now you want to say you sorry
Now you want to 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 interruptin' my grindin' (You interruptin' my grindin')
[Chorus]
I ain't thinkin' 'bout (Sorry, I'm sorry)
I ain't thinkin' 'bout you
I ain't thinkin' 'bout you (Sorry, I'm sorry)
I ain't thinkin' 'bout you
I ain't thinkin' 'bout you
[PreChorus]
Middle fingers up
Put 'em hands high
Wave it in his face
Tell him, boy, bye (Bye)
Tell him, boy, bye (Bye)
Boy, bye (Bye)
Middle fingers up
I ain't thinkin' 'bout you (Sorry)
[Chorus]
I ain't sorry (I'm sorry)
I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
****, nah (Sorry)
I ain't sorry (I'm sorry)
I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
No, no, hell nah
[Bridge]
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 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 fuckin' 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
Me and my whoadies 'bout to stroll up
I see them boppers in the corner
They sneakin' out the back door
He only want me when I'm not there
He better call Becky with the good hair
[Outro]
He better call Becky with the good hair
Written by: Beyoncé, Diana Gordon, Sean Rhoden
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