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Lil Yachty & Veeze - Sorry Not Sorry (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Yachty
Lil Yachty
Vocals
Veeze
Veeze
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Miles Parks McCollum
Miles Parks McCollum
Songwriter
Karon Vantrees
Karon Vantrees
Songwriter
Kayel Sims
Kayel Sims
Songwriter
Zion Sheppard
Zion Sheppard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
K4
K4
Producer
183Zman
183Zman
Producer
Benjamin Mathew
Benjamin Mathew
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah (Can we have the check, please?) Gang-gang Today, I ain't in the mood, I don't want your pussy, I'm cool Got a hundred mil' on my to-do list, got a kid with a bitch, he stupid Niggas slide, just wait, just don't miss him, don't hit when we come back, shoot Nigga talkin' 'bout "Everybody know him," nigga, everybody know you a goof I done popped out, feelin' like Odd Future, Tyler, the Creator my Louis Them boys ain't smoked like five opps, that's a whole pack of loose-leaf This eighth came straight from auntie, we pink slip boys, no car lease My cup all pink like a Barbie, I'm sorry, not sorry like Beyoncé Can't go to the mall, I'm too paid, too high pourin' lean on the jet plane She'll smuggle my drugs for a vacay, free Rio, pourin' up in the chain gang Rolls' truck, all brown, that shit stank and my wrist all green like my watch fake My bankrolls blue, it's a cry-baby and my outfit uppin' the crime rate (us) Diamonds give a bitch a headache, switchin' lanes, I'm scarin' the bitch Damn, near tearin' the bitch, me and my bitch, we sharin' the bitch Uh, I done ran around 50 men, I feel like Ric Flair in this bitch (hoo) Ain't got a care in this bitch, they up it on me, I'm darin' the bitch Pretty ass hoe pouring up my drink, I just stared at the bitch I got seven homes filled with clothes, sauce on the way in this bitch (yeah) I ain't talkin' 'bout no TV shows, but I still got Bear in this bitch (uh-huh) I had to figure it out the hard way, no, I don't care, lil' bitch (skeet) Ayy, I never talk shit online, but check it in real life, I'll never struggle again (whoo) I done helped out my mans, I put my mom in a brand new Benz Niggas is grown with they bitch, askin' for pics like a fan You my dawg, I'll do what I can, brand new fishbowl, look like Saran Not my type, I'ma still smash rich off rap, I still trap Ain't no pressure, nigga, I'm still relaxed, still slime, still finesse I'm so rich, when I cheat on my bitch, she still gon' take me back I can talk that shit but backin' it up, that's what I'm better at Pull up in the Wraith, the seats so orange, look like a leather crab Pull up in the Wraith, the seats so orange, look like a Hermès bag Kiss your bitch goodbye, she come with us, 'cause she ain't even comin' back Gettin' high like Scarface, smokin' dope inside a bubble bath Many men wish death on me, one button, I can get many men dead I put you on, I could take you out, get that shit through your head (oh) RTSU is around the globe, think all these niggas fed (us) I don't give no fuck, I'm with whatever, however they wanna play it (ooh) Like Bam Bam, I went through the flame, I met the bitch at the Bodega (huh) Took the bitch out to Bottega (huh), big stick on me like Al-Qaeda (slatt) My brothers keep a hottie, bitch, it's up if you say no questions either Hope no ho think I need her, I'm still mad at Bieber
Writer(s): Miles Parks Mccollum, Karon Vantress, Kayel Sims, Zion Xavier Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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