Rich Homie Quan - Sorry lyrics

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Rich Homie Quan - Sorry lyrics

[Verse 1] Brand new money, brand new house A little extra show money that's who bought the loft My b**h big ol' a** the only thing soft Deion Sanders with burglary because I never got caught Come my shows my money you in the creak no Dawson I can spit 3:16 like Steve Austin Throwing up big Bs like I play for Boston Smoke more weed than a hippy on the cosmic A whole lot of money but Chiefin I cannot stop it A lot of n***as funny and beefing bout these thot b**hes My Spanish b**h she talk a lil English so yes she got it Free Bobby Shmurda last week I caught a body Told that b**h to get on top and ride like a Ducati [?] let them know a n***a copy I love my head sloppy, shawty like to party The monster come out of her when she on them narcotics Shawty had no neck so I had to let Shiy hit It's all about respect Aretha Franklin R-E-S-P-E-C-T to disregard this Im sorry, sorry, sorry I'm sorry, promise baby it'll never happen again, I'm sorry I've been on the road got no time to spend but I'm sorry I swear to God that I'll never do it again girl I'm sorry I'm on my knees right now asking you to accept my apology [Rich Homie Talking] Aye look man, I apologise So right now what I want you to do is Just hear me out Please. Listen [Verse 2] Sorry for them times that I cheated And I'm, sorry for them times I weren't there when you needed me Sorry for the times I neglect you But I didn't wanna hurt your feelings no you were the reason I kept you locked down like I'm defence I would sell 50 want nobody else to see it Bout her a ring and she was speechless Told her if we break up she can still keep it Even though she got that wet I still leave her Better yet water, should have named her Fiji R.I.P Mary yeah I know this not no game but I might throw that green like my middle name Luigi The objective of the day to be real I'm the motherf**ing teacher Mmm, chill down the mall every city how I go make sure security beefed up Better join us can't beat us It ain't over 'til the fat lady sing Plus I'm hard to get off like a fat lady ring How you a big dog when a cat make you scream? I be calling calls like a new Jack city Call me nino brown I am new Jack city Ask your friend i was in that new black Bentley Pilgrim fresh like everyday Thanksgiving Children think I am rich as f** cos I'm living Yeah I got a lil money tryna get close to a billion f** up my first onion then started bringing in bill Came home with a 50 told mama imma get it just believe in my, I Got something to do, got something to prove I swear that god that I, am gon' be the best and do whatever it takes I swear to god my n***a that I, I, I I swear to god my n***a that I, I, I

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