Verse
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F# xx003x C# xx023x F# 35543x
C# xx023x G# xx222x Fm 24422x
N.C. = No chords
[Hook 1]
F#
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
C#
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
F#
I ain't sorry
C#
Nigga, nah
F#
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
C#
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
F#
I ain't sorry
C#
[Verse 1]
C#
He trying to roll me up (I ain’t sorry)
G# C#
I ain't picking up (I ain’t sorry)
G# C#
Headed to the club (I ain’t sorry)
G# C#
I ain't thinking 'bout you (I ain’t sorry)
G# F#
Me and my ladies sip my D'usse cup (I ain’t sorry)
C# F#
I don't give a fuck, chucking my deuces up
C# F#
Suck on my balls, pause, I had enough (I ain’t sorry)
C# F#
I ain't thinking 'bout you
C#
I ain't thinking 'bout
[Bridge 1]
C# G#
Middle fingers up, put them hands high
C# G#
Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye (sorry)
C# G#
Tell him, boy, bye (sorry), boy, bye
C# N.C.
Middle fingers up, I ain't thinking 'bout you
[Hook 2]
F#
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
C#
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
F#
(You) I ain't sorry
C#
I ain't thinking 'bout you
F#
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
C#
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
F#
I ain't sorry
C#
No no, hell nah
[Verse 2]
C# G#
Now you want to say you're sorry
C#
Now you want to call me crying
G#
Now you gotta see me wilding
C#
Now I'm the one that's lying
G#
And I don't feel bad about it
C#
It's exactly what you get
G#
Stop interrupting my grinding
I ain't thinking 'bout you
[Hook 3]
F# C#
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
F#
I ain't thinking 'bout you
C#
I ain't thinking 'bout you
F# C#
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
F#
I ain't thinking 'bout you
C#
I ain't thinking 'bout you
[Bridge 2]
C# G#
Middle fingers up, put them hands high
C# G#
Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye (bye)
C# G#
Tell him, boy, bye (bye), boy, bye (bye)
C# N.C.
Middle fingers up, I ain't thinking 'bout you
[Hook 4]
F#
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
C#
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
F#
I ain't sorry
C#
Nigga, nah
F#
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
C#
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
F#
I ain't sorry
C#
No no, hell nah
[Verse 3]
C# G#
Looking at my watch, he shoulda been home
C# G#
Today I regret the night I put that ring on
C# G#
He always got them fucking excuses
C# G#
I pray to the Lord you reveal what his truth is
[Outro]
F#
I left a note in the hallway
Fm
By the time you read it, I'll be far away
F#
I'm far away
Fm
But I ain't fucking with nobody
F#
Let's have a toast to the good life
Fm
Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eyes
F#
Me and my baby, we gon' be alright
Fm
We gon' live a good life
F#
Big homie better grow up
Fm
Me and my whoadies 'bout to stroll up
F#
I see them boppers in the corner
Fm
They sneaking out the back door
F#
He only want me when I'm not there
Fm F#
He better call Becky with the good hair
N.C.
He better call Becky with the good hair