Sorry
Girl I'm sorry, girl I'm sorry
I treated you wrong, but I'ma make it right
I Left you alone made all your friends tight
Fuck her with her with her back down
She gone back down
Cops on my dick, with a, with a pat down
Hold up, hold up, what is that sound
I don't want her riding with me
In case it get sticky
Plates full, I know her ass I know her ass picky
Mouse in a city, she a lil thing, so I call her mickey
What she do, what she on
She do drugs, keep her calm
Money not in the picture
She done cropped it out
I know money can fix her
She done coped an ounce
I know money the root of all evil
Devil's sleepin in my room
My ex of all people
Liquor in my system
I know that shit is lethal
Ain't nothing free unless what you do illegal
Finding peace for me is like finding the damn needle
Finish out my prayers with a bang spike Spiegel
(bang)
You too ghetto for your friends
Im chasing butterflies, and she chasing amends
I push my glock out my coat, but he with a ten
So run up on him and embarrass him instead
Sometimes I wish my family could see me more clearly
Poppin all these blue pills, I'm not listenin clearly
Now I walk around my hood, and all my brothers fear me
Now I'm emptying mags, no magazine, but I'm on times yearly
They make fun of me like they wouldn't fuck me if they had a chance
They got that shit on fire like God damn y'all need some pants
Take off all your clothes, so I can hit it from the back with no hands
Then invite your friends so they can watch from the stands
My emotions like my stick, I never show I keep it tucked
My life like my dick, never grows unless its sucked
Stare all you want
I mind my business like Lebron ignores Skip
She think she with a steal but really she with a pimp
Fucking bad bitches, but when they talk then I dip
Shoot him in the leg, now he walk with a limp
He think he's scoring tonight, but really he just a simp
She using him for money
For a vactation or a trip
I don't push p
I push the pussy out the way for the bread
Beg for the D
I still don't give it anyway, till I'm dead
Pushin money out the draws, push my lead against his head
Talk so much I can't remember what you said
Now manager's telling me to release a mixtape
Filmed an interracial threesome called that shit a mixtape
I give a fuck I'ma ball
I'ma break backs and the law
Allergic to being broke so I'm sneezin next to y'all
Girl I'm sorry, girl I'm sorry
I treated you wrong, but I'ma make it right
I Left you alone made all your friends tight
I treated you wrong, but I'ma make it right
I Left you alone made all your friends tight
Fuck her with her with her back down
She gone back down
Cops on my dick, with a, with a pat down
Hold up, hold up, what is that sound
I don't want her riding with me
In case it get sticky
Plates full, I know her ass I know her ass picky
Mouse in a city, she a lil thing, so I call her mickey
What she do, what she on
She do drugs, keep her calm
Money not in the picture
She done cropped it out
I know money can fix her
She done coped an ounce
I know money the root of all evil
Devil's sleepin in my room
My ex of all people
Liquor in my system
I know that shit is lethal
Ain't nothing free unless what you do illegal
Finding peace for me is like finding the damn needle
Finish out my prayers with a bang spike Spiegel
(bang)
You too ghetto for your friends
Im chasing butterflies, and she chasing amends
I push my glock out my coat, but he with a ten
So run up on him and embarrass him instead
Sometimes I wish my family could see me more clearly
Poppin all these blue pills, I'm not listenin clearly
Now I walk around my hood, and all my brothers fear me
Now I'm emptying mags, no magazine, but I'm on times yearly
They make fun of me like they wouldn't fuck me if they had a chance
They got that shit on fire like God damn y'all need some pants
Take off all your clothes, so I can hit it from the back with no hands
Then invite your friends so they can watch from the stands
My emotions like my stick, I never show I keep it tucked
My life like my dick, never grows unless its sucked
Stare all you want
I mind my business like Lebron ignores Skip
She think she with a steal but really she with a pimp
Fucking bad bitches, but when they talk then I dip
Shoot him in the leg, now he walk with a limp
He think he's scoring tonight, but really he just a simp
She using him for money
For a vactation or a trip
I don't push p
I push the pussy out the way for the bread
Beg for the D
I still don't give it anyway, till I'm dead
Pushin money out the draws, push my lead against his head
Talk so much I can't remember what you said
Now manager's telling me to release a mixtape
Filmed an interracial threesome called that shit a mixtape
I give a fuck I'ma ball
I'ma break backs and the law
Allergic to being broke so I'm sneezin next to y'all
Girl I'm sorry, girl I'm sorry
I treated you wrong, but I'ma make it right
I Left you alone made all your friends tight
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Writer(s): Thomas Perrone
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