Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller - Sorry Not Sorry lyrics
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Fight! Hey God damn...I'm winning God damn! I'm winning Got money now you done switched up on me I used to think about how you would act When a nigga got money Now you done switched up on me Now you wanna say "what's up?" to me Okay so now you wanna make love to me Girl if you don't get the fuck from me I know you thought we had something special But you don't mean nothing to me Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me Just be honest, girl what you want from me? This ain't nothing new, keep it so 100 I can't let none of these niggas get one up on me I go by God Tiller, you better run from me Give hope to my niggas, them niggas blood money Adios to them bitches, can't get a hug from me I'm high on life, that's what it does for me My numbers going up, I feel a buzz coming (one up) Young nigga, young nigga Your friends bad too? Then tell 'em come with you And we like, bitches with they own shit We don't like gold diggers Girl if you don't get the fuck from me I know you thought we had something special But you don't mean nothing to me Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me This the shit I don't condone Cheating on your man but you can get it if you want it Looking for a bad bitch, I finally found a culprit Nigga taking shots, and I'm back check the postage, yeah Hey now nigga, why won't you shut up? This the motherfuckin' 502 come up And every time I'm back in the city Every bitch with a hidden agenda run up (cause I'm on, nigga!) Young nigga, young nigga Your friends bad too? Then tell 'em come with you And we like, bitches with they own shit We don't like gold diggers Girl if you don't get the fuck from me I know you thought we had something special But you don't mean nothing to me Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me Every nigga did you wrong, except for me I'm next to blow and so you should've been next to me Say you love sick, girl I got the remedy I'll give you long dick and longevity Don't settle for less or for infidelity Niggas ain't built like me He can't bag and pipe and leave that pussy killed like me Or even keep the business behind his lips like me I got a hundred fucking problems Good brain, am I fucking with a scholar? Woodgrain, I'mma grip it when I whip it If I take a shot and brick it, I'mma flip it Thankful for my papa, nigga taught me how to get it Gotta make sure my brothers is eating I'mma split it If she throw that pussy at me I'mma hit it Pen Griffey, but she won't get a penny, no (Boy if you don't get) Young nigga, young nigga Your friends bad too? Then tell 'em come with you And we like, bitches with they own shit We don't like gold diggers Girl if you don't get the fuck from me I know you thought we had something special But you don't mean nothing to me Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me Hey God damn We don't like gold diggers... God...damn I'm winning Oh no!