Bryson Tiller

Bryson Tiller - Sorry Not Sorry lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

I used to think bout how you would act

When a nigga got money

Now you done switched up

Now you wanna say was’up to me

Ok, so now you wanna make love to me

Girl if you don't get the fuck away from me

I know you thought we had somethin special

But you don't meant nuthin for me

Girl I'm sorry you're not the one for me

Jubby I ain't know what you want from me

This ain't nothing you keeping so one hunnit

I can't let none of these niggas get one upon me

I go but I tell you better run from me

Give hope to my niggas, em niggas love money

Adios to the bitches can't get a hug from me

I'm high on life, that's what it does for me

My numbers goin up, I feel a buzz comin

(Hook)

Young nigga, young nigga, your friend's bad too

em tell them to come with you

And we like bitches with their own shit

We don't like gold diggers

Girl if you don't get the fuck away from me

I know you thought we had sumethin special

But you don't meant nothin for me

Girl I'm sorry you're not the one for me

(Verse)

This the shit I don't condone it

Cheatin on your man but you could get it if you wanted

Lookin for a bad bitch I finally found the culprit

Nigga takin shots till I'm back to the posted

Yea, hey mad nigga, why won't you shut up

It's the mutherfucker 502 come up

And every time I'm back in the city

Every bitch within will hit the G and run up

(Hook)

(Verse)

Every nigga did you wrong except for me

I'm next to blowin so you shoulda been next to me

Say you lost it, girl I got the remedy

Idea long, takin long, deptfully

Don't settle for less or for infidelity

Niggas ain't real like me

He came back and pipe it leave that pussy killed like we are even

Keep the bindess behind his looks like me I gotta

hunnit fuckin problems, good brain, I'm now fuckin with a scholar

Wood grain, 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 eatin, I'mma split it

If she throw that pussy at me I'mma hit it

Pan griffy, but she won't get up and you know

(Hook)

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