Исполнитель: Bryson Tiller

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Песня: Sorry Not Sorry
[Intro]
Fight!
Hey,
Goddamn, I'm winnin!
Goddamn! I'm winnin, I'm winnin!
God,
Got money, now you done switched up on me.

[Verse 1:]
I used to think about how you would act when a nigga got money,
Now you done switched up on me,
Now you wanna say "What's up?" to me,
Okay, so now you wanna make love to me.

[Chorus:]
Girl, if you don't get the fuck from me,
I know you thought we had somethin' special,
But you don't mean nothin' to me,
Girl, I'm sorry, you not the one for me.

[Verse 2:]
Just be honest, girl, what you want from me?
This ain't nothin' new, keep it so 100,
I can't let none of these niggas get one up on me,
I go by God-Tiller, you better run from me.
Give hope to my niggas, them niggas love money,
Adios to them 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, one up!
Young nigga, young nigga,
Your friends bad too?
Then tell 'em come with you, 'cause I'm on, nigga!
And we like, bitches with they own shit,
We don't like gold diggers.

[Chorus:]
Girl, if you don't get the fuck from me,
I know you thought we had somethin' special,
But you don't mean nothin' to me,
Girl, I'm sorry, you not the one for me.

[Verse 3:]
This the shit I don't condone in,
Cheatin on your man but you can get it if you want it,
Lookin for a bad bitch, I finally found a culprit,
Nigga takin shots, send 'em back, check the postage, yeah!
Hatin-ass nigga, why won't you shut up?
This the mothafuckin 502 come up!
And every time I'm back in the city
Every bitch with a hidden agenda run up, ‘cause I'm on, nigga!
Young nigga, young nigga,
Your friends bad too?
Then tell 'em come with you, 'cause I'm on witcha!
And we like, bitches with they own shit,
We don't like gold diggers.

[Chorus:]
Girl, if you don't get the fuck from me,
I know you thought we had somethin' special,
But you don't mean nothin' to me,
Girl, I'm sorry, you not the one for me.

[Verse 4:]
Every nigga did you wrong, except for me,
I'm next to blow and so you should've been next to me.
Say you lovesick, girl, I got the remedy,
I'll give you long dick and longevity,
Don't settle for less or for infidelity.
Niggas ain't built like me,
He can't bag and pipe and leave that pussy killed like me,
Or even keep the business behind his lips like me.
I got a hundred fuckin problems,
Good brain, am I fuckin with a scholar?
Woodgrain, I'ma grip it when I whip it,
If I take a shot and brick it, I'ma flip it.
Thankful for my papa, nigga taught me how to get it,
Gotta make sure my brothers is eatin, I'ma split it,
If she throw that pussy at me I'ma hit it,
Pen Griffey, but she won't get a penny, no!
Boy, if you don't get...
Young nigga, young nigga,
Your friends bad too?
Then tell 'em come with you, 'cause I'm on witcha!
And we like, bitches with they own shit,
We don't like gold diggers.

[Chorus:]
Girl, if you don't get the fuck from me,
I know you thought we had somethin' special,
But you don't mean nothin' to me,
Girl, I'm sorry, you not the one for me.

[Outro:]
Hey,
Goddamn!
Hey,
We don't like gold diggers.
Goddamn, I'm winnin, I'm winnin!
Goddamn, I'm winnin!
Oh no!

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Прости, мне не жаль

[Вступление:]
Бой!
Эй,
Чёрт возьми, я побеждаю!
Чёрт возьми, я побеждаю, побеждаю!
Господи!
Появились деньги, ты стала по-другому относиться ко мне.
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