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Sorry Bout That letra


She eat me up like it's Beni-bachi
Sorry 'bout that
Sorry 'bout that
Sorry 'bout that

Sorry 'bout that
Sorry 'bout that
Sorry 'bout that

A-T-E, she eat me up (sorry 'bout that)
ATV, way she ridin' on
Bend the bitch over in Calabasas (yeah)
Tryna be slow, now

Bitch, I'ma sip on the Wock' or the Tris (yeah)
She said she feel it now, I don't even feel at all
Bitch, I be high on these drugs every day of my life
I don't know at all if I should quit or not

How the fuck could I choose if this is bad for me?
When everything goin' out sad on my life
And I just got off the phone with my jeweler
That brand new Cuban link comin' in with diamonds

Yeah, and they just told me, if I bought the Tesla
I'm helpin' the climate, so I'm finna pop a hunnid
I'm on the Perc' so I call up my bae like: What's up with ya?

She said: Can I pull up and lay up with ya? (Yeah)
She said: I wanna watch a movie if you get the picture (ha)
She said she need a big ol' booty, called up Bob the Builder (ha)

Black and white diamonds, I'm colorblind
They told me that I murder every beat like Columbine

Sorry 'bout that
I had to switch the side
All my diamonds flawless and big, look at the size

All your shit is fake, that shit S. I's (yeah)
I'm sorry for you, kid, that's just your life (ha)

The amount of drugs I did today would make you cry
Yeah, I'm finna tell y'all everything, I don't be shy
I'm 'bout to buy a wedding ring for X tonight

Yeah, went and bought the Cayenne, just so I could slide
Can you stop the cryin'? It's all a lie (yeah)
She wanna lick my privates, all night (let's go)

Just tell me, you gotta tell me the truth 'bout it, all it, yeah
I had to go cut ties with them so I can go ballin'
I had the Issey Miyake jeans with the Arcteryx jacket
Yeah, and my lil' thot say that she addicted to me like some cracky
Yeah, she pull up, I'm breakin' her backy

These kids, they goofy, they wacky
I'm not a kid, I'm a man like Pacqui
I already made a whole mil' off the rappin'
I used to vacuum seal the Za' and wrap it

Now all I think 'bout is the racks
No, I don't wanna hear 'bout it if it ain't facts
She finna pull up, eat it like it's Beni-bachi
(Pull up, eat it like it's Beni-bachi)
(Damn, Trgc made that?)

She eat me up like it's Beni-bachi

A-T-E, she eat me up (yeah)
ATV, way she ridin' on
Bend the bitch over in Calabasas (yeah)
Tryna be slow, now

Bitch, I'ma sip on the Wock' or the Tris (yeah)
She said she feel it now, I don't even feel at all
Bitch, I be high on these drugs every day of my life
I don't know at all if I should quit or not

How the fuck could I choose if this is bad for me?
When everything goin' out sad on my life
And I just got off the phone with my jeweler
That brand new Cuban link comin' in with diamonds

Yeah, and they just told me, if I bought the Tesla
I'm helpin' the climate, so I'm finna pop a hunnid
I'm on the Perc' so I call up my bae like, "What's up with ya?"

She said: Can I pull up and lay up with ya? (Yeah)
She said: I wanna watch a movie if you get the picture (ha)
She said she need a big ol' booty, called up Bob the Builder (ha)

Black and white diamonds, I'm colorblind
They told me that I murder every beat like Columbine

Sorry 'bout that
Sorry 'bout that
Sorry 'bout that
Sorry 'bout that

Sorry 'bout that
Sorry 'bout that
Sorry 'bout that
Sorry 'bout that

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