Sorry Lyrics - Lemonade - Beyonce

(Sorry) I ain't sorry 

(Sorry) I ain't sorry 

I ain't sorry, nigga, nah 

(Sorry) I ain't sorry 

(Sorry) I ain't sorry 

I ain't sorry 

He trying to roll me up (I ain't sorry) 

I ain't picking up (I ain't sorry) 

Headed to the club (I ain't sorry) 

I ain't thinking 'bout you (I ain't sorry) 

Me and my ladies sip my D'USSÉ cup 

I don't give a fuck, chucking my deuces up 

Suck on my balls, pause, I had enough 

I ain't thinking 'bout you 

I ain't thinking 'bout ('bout) 

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Middle fingers up, put them hands high 

Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye 

Tell him, boy, bye... boy bye... 

Middle fingers up 

I ain't thinking 'bout you (sorry) 

I ain't sorry (sorry)(you) 

I ain't sorry (you) 

I ain't sorry 

I ain't thinking 'bout you (nigga, nah, sorry) 

I ain't sorry (ain't sorry) 

I ain't sorry, I ain't sorry, no no, hell nah 

Now you want to say you're sorry 

Now you want to call me crying 

Now you gotta see me wilding 

Now I'm the one that's lying 

And I don't feel bad about it 

It's exactly what you get 

Stop interrupting my grinding 

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I ain't thinking 'bout you, sorry (interrupting my grinding) 

(I ain't sorry) I ain't thinking 'bout you 

I ain't thinking 'bout you (sorry) 

(I ain't sorry) I ain't thinking 'bout you 

I ain't thinking 'bout you 

Middle fingers up, put them hands high 

Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye 

(Bye) Tell him, boy, bye (bye)... boy bye... 

(Bye) Middle fingers up 

I ain't thinking 'bout you (sorry) 

I ain't sorry (I ain't sorry) 

I ain't sorry (I ain't sorry) 

I ain't sorry (I ain't sorry), nigga, nah 

I ain't sorry, I ain't sorry 

I ain't sorry, no no, hell nah 

Looking at my watch, he shoulda been home 

Today I regret the night I put that ring on 

He always got them fucking excuses 

I pray to the Lord you reveal what his truth is 

I left a note in the hallway 

By the time you read it, I'll be far away... 

I'm far away... 

But I ain't fucking with nobody 

Let's have a toast to the good life 

Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eyes 

Me and my baby, we gon' be alright 

We gon' live a good life 

Big homie better grow up (grow up) 

Me and my whoadies 'bout to stroll up (stroll up) 

I see them boppers in the corner 

They sneaking out the back door 

He only want me when I'm not there (not there) 

He better call Becky with the good hair... 

He better call Becky with the good hair