โหลดเพลง mp3 Sorry Not Sorry - Bryson Tiller

Sorry Not Sorry (Explicit) - Bryson Tiller (布莱森·提勒)
Hey

God damn I'm winning

God damn I'm winning

Got money now you done switched up on me

I used to think about how you would act
When a ni**a 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

Girl if you don't get the f**k from me
I know you thought we had something special

But you don't mean nothing to me

Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me

Just be honest girl what you want from me
This ain't nothing 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 blood money
Adios to them b**ches can't get a hug from me

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

My numbers going up I feel a buzz coming one up

Young ni**a young ni**a

Your friends bad too
Then tell 'em come with you

And we like b**ches with they own sh*t
We don't like gold diggers

Girl if you don't get the f**k from me
I know you thought we had something special

But you don't mean nothing to me

Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me

Cheating on your man but you can get it if you want it

Looking for a bad b**ch I finally found a culprit

Ni**a taking shots and I'm back check the postage yeah

Hey now ni**a why won't you shut up
This the motherf**kin' 502 come up

And every time I'm back in the city
Every b**ch with a hidden agenda run up cause I'm on ni**a
Young ni**a young ni**a

Your friends bad too
Then tell 'em come with you

And we like b**ches with they own sh*t
We don't like gold diggers
Girl if you don't get the f**k from me
I know you thought we had something special

But you don't mean nothing to me

Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me
Every ni**a did you wrong except for me

I'm next to blow and so you should've been next to me
Say you love sick 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 p**sy killed like me
Or even keep the business behind his lips like me
I got a hundred f**king problems

Good brain am I f**king with a scholar

Woodgrain I'mma grip it when I whip it

If I take a shot and brick it I'mma flip it
Thankful for my papa ni**a taught me how to get it
Gotta make sure my brothers is eating I'mma split it

If she throw that p**sy at me I'mma hit it
Pen griffey but she won't get a penny no
Boy if you don't get
Young ni**a young ni**a

Your friends bad too
Then tell 'em come with you

And we like b**ches with they own sh*t
We don't like gold diggers

Girl if you don't get the f**k from me
I know you thought we had something special

But you don't mean nothing to me

Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me

Hey

God damn

We don't like gold diggers

Goddamn I'm winning

Oh no