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