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Sorry
by Beyoncé
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Let me hear you sing
(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)
I'm 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 (Sorry, I ain't sorry)
I don't give a fuck, chucking my deuces up
Suck on my balls, pause
Bugaboos
I need a good laugh
You, make me laugh
(Bugaboos! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Did that make us laugh?
(No!)
Think about it
(Bugaboos!)
Fall in line!
Ladies, ladies, ladies
Are we smart? (Yes!)
Are we strong? (Yes!)
Have we had enough of the bullshit? (Yes!)
Show 'em
(Oh!)
(On my own)
(Suck on my balls)
(Suck on my balls, bitch)
(Oh!)
(On my own)
(Suck on my balls, balls)
(Hell no, hell no)
Middle fingers up (Middle fingers up)
Put them hands high (Put them hands high)
Wave it in his face (Wave it in his face)
Tell him, boy, bye (Tell him, tell him, boy, bye)
(Tell him, boy, bye)
(Tell him, tell him, boy, bye)
(Tell him, boy, bye)
(Tell him, tell him, boy, bye)
(Tell him, boy, bye)
(Tell him, tell him, boy, bye)
(I ain't thinking 'bout you)
Middle fingers up, put them hands high
Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye (Sorry)
Tell him, boy, bye (Sorry) boy, bye, middle fingers up
I ain't thinking 'bout you
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
I ain't thinking 'bout you
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
(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
I can't believe I believed everything we had would last
So young and naive of me to think she was from your past
Foolish of me to dream while you cheat with what? (With loose women)
It took me some time, but now I am strong
Because I realize I've got-
Me, myself, and I
That's all I got in the end
That's what I found out
And it ain't no need to cry
I see you! How did you do that so fast?
She has on my outfit y'all
Singing
(Me, myself, and I)
Singing
(That's all I got in the end)
That's what I found out
(And it ain't no need to cry)
(I took a vow that from) Sing it ladies
Now on, I'm gonna be my own best friend
Right ladies? Yes
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
Me and my whoadies 'bout to stroll up
I see them boppers in the corner
They sneaking out the back door
He only want me when I'm not there
He better call Becky with the good hair
He better call Becky with the good hair
Let me hear you sing
(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)
I'm 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 (Sorry, I ain't sorry)
I don't give a fuck, chucking my deuces up
Suck on my balls, pause
Bugaboos
I need a good laugh
You, make me laugh
(Bugaboos! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Did that make us laugh?
(No!)
Think about it
(Bugaboos!)
Fall in line!
Ladies, ladies, ladies
Are we smart? (Yes!)
Are we strong? (Yes!)
Have we had enough of the bullshit? (Yes!)
Show 'em
(Oh!)
(On my own)
(Suck on my balls)
(Suck on my balls, bitch)
(Oh!)
(On my own)
(Suck on my balls, balls)
(Hell no, hell no)
Middle fingers up (Middle fingers up)
Put them hands high (Put them hands high)
Wave it in his face (Wave it in his face)
Tell him, boy, bye (Tell him, tell him, boy, bye)
(Tell him, boy, bye)
(Tell him, tell him, boy, bye)
(Tell him, boy, bye)
(Tell him, tell him, boy, bye)
(Tell him, boy, bye)
(Tell him, tell him, boy, bye)
(I ain't thinking 'bout you)
Middle fingers up, put them hands high
Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye (Sorry)
Tell him, boy, bye (Sorry) boy, bye, middle fingers up
I ain't thinking 'bout you
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
I ain't thinking 'bout you
(Sorry) I ain't sorry
(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
I can't believe I believed everything we had would last
So young and naive of me to think she was from your past
Foolish of me to dream while you cheat with what? (With loose women)
It took me some time, but now I am strong
Because I realize I've got-
Me, myself, and I
That's all I got in the end
That's what I found out
And it ain't no need to cry
I see you! How did you do that so fast?
She has on my outfit y'all
Singing
(Me, myself, and I)
Singing
(That's all I got in the end)
That's what I found out
(And it ain't no need to cry)
(I took a vow that from) Sing it ladies
Now on, I'm gonna be my own best friend
Right ladies? Yes
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
Me and my whoadies 'bout to stroll up
I see them boppers in the corner
They sneaking out the back door
He only want me when I'm not there
He better call Becky with the good hair
He better call Becky with the good hair
