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letra de sorry - zotiyac

[intro]
g-g-girl next door

[hook]
i’m sorry i’m the sh-t
i’m sorry i’m that n-gga and i’m sorry you a b-tch
i’m sorry i got no advice for you except to quit
i’m sorry, but i know sorry don’t mean sh-t
i’m sorry i’m the sh-t
i’m sorry i’m that n-gga and i’m sorry you a b-tch
i’m sorry i got no advice for you except to quit
i’m sorry, but i know sorry don’t mean sh-t

[verse 1]
n-ggas say that we’re the weird ones but onto weirder sh-t
they’a get it through they head but they ain’t listening
sent one shot through one ear, came out the other, he ain’t hear the sh-t
f-ck it, keep on shooting, put this pump in him like insulin
several times a day, we stretch that block so much, we injured it
boy, you won’t benefit, so let’s see if you fit in a bin
he been a b-tch
i burn you then throw it like women with a fix
you come press, that gun press
your son dress like women fits
compress the end of it
shoot yo head on some lemon sh-t
approach you with the piece like a new beginning then end yo sh-t
shouldn’t be legal how i manipulate your mental, i’m amending it
f-cking your mind up like i invented it
hole inside your head ’cause it’s full of smoke, i’m just venting it
prolly from the smoke that i just sent in it
i can smell a p-ssy, your whole vibe, it got the scent in it
you broke, i slit your throat and make a hole then slide a cent in it
synonym for cinnamon, tedenants, these n-ggas really feminine
and choose to keep polluting the waters i been swimming in
i’ll send you home in the same boat that you entered in
you finite, this fight night, blow for blow, the clip infinite
[hook]
i’m sorry i’m the sh-t
i’m sorry i’m that n-gga and i’m sorry you a b-tch
i’m sorry i got no advice for you except to quit
i’m sorry, but i know sorry don’t mean sh-t
i’m sorry i’m the sh-t
i’m sorry i’m that n-gga and i’m sorry you a b-tch
i’m sorry i got no advice for you except to quit
i’m sorry, but i know sorry don’t mean sh-t

[verse 2]
aye, i’m sorry we ain’t stunting, yea, i’m sorry you ain’t rich
been saying sorry to myself, ain’t feeling sorry for no b-tch
like i’m sorry you ain’t got a hundred thousand on your wrist
i’m tryna f-ck the world but can’t afford to have no f-cking kids
aye, i wanna f-ck your girl but she be on my d-ck
ain’t with the messy sh-t, that’s why i ain’t never hit
on my line, no messi sh-t, i bleed the b-tch til she get kicked
up on the uppercut, then i might f-ck and just forget

[outro]
g-g-girl next door
i called the girl next door, that was the funny thing, was…

- zotiyac

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