Don't Say Sorry!? (feat. FarLane)

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Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Yeah huh, yeah huh, yeah huh, yeah huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Okay I'm sorry, had to rob you from my bitch car
Rolling off them Xans again I couldn't even get far
Whipping up that dope again, I guess I must be with Far
Never going broke again, I show you how to big ball
Big shit, pop shit, these lil niggas ain't got shit
Came up, out da mosh pit, you lil nigga can't stop it
Whipping the Maserati like Hibachi, heavy traffic won't stop me
Rage like I'm Baki
Brawler hands karate
Don't say sorry
Don't say sorry, yeah huh
Don't say sorry
Don't say sorry

Yea I can't be sorry for turning up, yea okay I'm too lit uh damn
Shit I don't give a f*ck
This point of my life I realize I ain't shit
Pussy now deal with it
All I got for a bitch cash and dick, take it or leave it
In my white tee, I'm rocking and leaning
Of off this drink got me stutter slurring
Two Glock Nines and they shooting concurrent
French Montana I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Birdman teach a little nigga how to stunt
Serve a nigga Pizza Hut, tell 'em go long like a punt (Go long)
Double cup and my blunt, shit smell like runtz

Okay I'm sorry, had to rob you from my bitch car
Rolling off them Xans again I couldn't even get far
Whipping up that dope again, I guess I must be with Far (Me)
Never going broke again, I show you how to big ball
Big shit, pop shit, these lil niggas ain't got shit
Came up, out da mosh pit, you lil nigga can't stop it (I swear)
Whipping the Maserati like Hibachi, heavy traffic won't stop me
Rage like I'm Baki (Rage)
Brawler hands karate
Don't say sorry
Don't say sorry, yeah huh (I swear to God)
Don't say sorry
Don't say sorry
Don't say sorry
Don't say sorry (Don't say sorry, Free ZK)
Don't say sorry (No)
Don't say sorry

Don't say sorry, she calling me Daddy like Maury
I play that lil bitch like Atari
I got on a fur like Safaree
Red leather jacket, uh Michael Jackson (High note)
Balmain Bikers and you know them bitches saggin' yeah
Gun got a light like Imagine Dragons, red dot glow up in the dark
Bullets just like surgeons, start at the ligaments tear you apart
Me and Ye' go back like tie dye
Pussy niggas dissing over their Wi-Fi (Yeah yeah)
I don't respect it
Let's go
Don't say sorry
Don't say sorry
Don't say sorry
Don't say sorry

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