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Sorry – Beyonce Testo:
Sorry, I ain’t sorry
Sorry, I ain’t sorry
I ain’t sorry, nigga, nah
Sorry, I ain’t sorry
Sorry, I ain’t sorry
I ain’t sorry
He trying to roll me up, I ain’t picking up
Headed to the club, I ain’t thinking ‘bout you
Me and my ladies sip my D’USSÉ cup
I don’t give a fuck, chucking my deuces up
Suck on my balls, pause, I had enough
I ain’t thinking ‘bout you
I ain’t thinking ‘bout
Middle fingers up, put them hands high
Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye
Tell him, boy, bye, middle fingers up
I ain’t thinking ‘bout you
Sorry, I ain’t sorry
Sorry, I ain’t sorry
I ain’t sorry, nigga, nah
I ain’t thinking ‘bout you
Sorry, I ain’t sorry
Sorry, I ain’t sorry
No no, hell nah
Now you want to say you’re sorry
Now you want to call me crying
Now you gotta see me wilding
Now I’m the one that’s lying
And I don’t feel bad about it
It’s exactly what you get
Stop interrupting my grinding
I ain’t thinking ‘bout you
Sorry, I ain’t sorry
I ain’t thinking ‘bout you
I ain’t thinking ‘bout you
Sorry, I ain’t sorry
I ain’t thinking ‘bout you
I ain’t thinking ‘bout you
Middle fingers up, put them hands high
Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye
Tell him, boy, bye, boy, bye
Middle fingers up, I ain’t thinking ‘bout you
Sorry, I ain’t sorry
Sorry, I ain’t sorry
I ain’t sorry, nigga, nah
Sorry, I ain’t sorry
Sorry, I ain’t sorry
I ain’t sorry
No no, hell nah
Looking at my watch, he shoulda been home
Today I regret the night I put that ring on
He always got them fucking excuses
I pray to 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 fucking 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 sneaking out the back door
He only want me when I’m not there
He better call Becky with the good hair
He better call Becky with the good hair
Video
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pHItgItbdoM
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Accordi
Siook 1
Sol
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
Re
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
Sol
I ain't sorry
Re
Nigga, nah
Sol
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
Re
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
Sol
I ain't sorry
Re
Verse 1
Re
He trying to roll me up (I ain’t sorry)
La Re
I ain't picking up (I ain’t sorry)
La Re
Headed to the club (I ain’t sorry)
La Re
I ain't thinking 'bout you (I ain’t sorry)
La Sol
Me and my ladies sip my D'usse cup (I ain’t sorry)
Re Sol
I don't give a fuck, chucking my deuces up
Re Sol
Suck on my balls, pause, I had enough (I ain’t sorry)
Re Sol
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Re
I ain't thinking 'bout
Sibridge 1
Re La
Middle fingers up, put them hands high
Re La
Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye (sorry)
Re La
Tell him, boy, bye (sorry), boy, bye
D N.C.
Middle fingers up, I ain't thinking 'bout you
Siook 2
Sol
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
Re
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
Sol
(You) I ain't sorry
Re
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Sol
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
Re
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
Sol
I ain't sorry
Re
No no, hell nah
Verse 2
Re La
Now you want to say you're sorry
Re
Now you want to call me crying
La
Now you gotta see me wilding
Re
Now I'm the one that's lying
La
And I don't feel bad about it
Re
It's exactly what you get
La
Stop interrupting my grinding
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Siook 3
Sol Re
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
Sol
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Re
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Sol Re
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
Sol
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Re
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Sibridge 2
Re La
Middle fingers up, put them hands high
Re La
Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye (bye)
Re La
Tell him, boy, bye (bye), boy, bye (bye)
D N.C.
Middle fingers up, I ain't thinking 'bout you
Siook 4
Sol
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
Re
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
Sol
I ain't sorry
Re
Nigga, nah
Sol
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
Re
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
Sol
I ain't sorry
Re
No no, hell nah
Verse 3
Re La
Looking at my watch, he shoulda been home
Re La
Today I regret the night I put that ring on
Re La
He always got them fucking excuses
Re La
I pray to the Lord you reveal what his truth is
Outro
Sol
I left a note in the hallway
Fa#-
By the time you read it, I'll be far away
Sol
I'm far away
Fa#-
But I ain't fucking with nobody
Sol
Let's have a toast to the good life
Fa#-
Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eyes
Sol
Me and my baby, we gon' be alright
Fa#-
We gon' live a good life
Sol
Big homie better grow up
Fa#-
Me and my whoadies 'bout to stroll up
Sol
I see them boppers in the corner
Fa#-
They sneaking out the back door
Sol
He only want me when I'm not there
Fa#- Sol
He better call Becky with the good hair
N.C.
He better call Becky with the good hair