Sorry
Beyoncé
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[Hook 1]G (Sorry) I ain't sorryD (Sorry) I ain't sorryG I ain't sorryD Nin-nit, nahG (Sorry) I ain't sorryD (Sorry) I ain't sorryG I ain't sorryD [Verse 1]D He trying to roll me up (I ain't sorry)A D I ain't picking up (I ain't sorry)A D Headed to the club (I ain't sorry)A D I ain't thinking 'bout you (I ain't sorry)A G Me and my ladies sip my D'usse cup (I ain't sorry)D I don't give a fuck, chucking myG deuces upD G Suck on my balls, pause, I had enough (I ain't sorry)D G I ain't thinking 'bout youD I ain't thinking 'bout [Bridge 1]D A Middle fingers up, put them hands highD A Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye (sorry)D A Tell him, boy, bye (sorry), boy, bye D N.C. Middle fingers up, I ain't thinking 'bout you [Hook 2]G (Sorry) I ain't sorryD (Sorry) I ain't sorryG (You) I ain't sorryD I ain't thinking 'bout youContinúa después del anuncioG (Sorry) I ain't sorryD (Sorry) I ain't sorryG I ain't sorryD No no, hell nah [Verse 2]D A Now you want to say you're sorryD Now you want to call me cryingA Now you gotta see me wildingD Now I'm the one that's lyingA And I don't feel bad about itD It's exactly what you getA Stop interrupting my grinding I ain't thinking 'bout you [Hook 3]G D (Sorry) I ain't sorryG I ain't thinking 'bout youD I ain't thinking 'bout youG D (Sorry) I ain't sorryG I ain't thinking 'bout youD I ain't thinking 'bout you [Bridge 2]D A Middle fingers up, put them hands highD A Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye (bye)D A Tell him, boy, bye (bye), boy, bye (bye) D N.C. Middle fingers up, I ain't thinking 'bout you [Hook 4]G (Sorry) I ain't sorryD (Sorry) I ain't sorryG I ain't sorryD Nin-nit, nahG (Sorry) I ain't sorryD (Sorry) I ain't sorryG I ain't sorryD No no, hell nah [Verse 3]D A Looking at my watch, he shoulda been homeD A Today I regret the night I put that ring onD A He always got them fucking excusesD A I pray to the Lord you reveal what his truth is [Otro]G I left a note in the hallwayF#m By the time you read it, I'll be far awayG I'm far awayF#m But I ain't fucking with nobodyG Let's have a toast to the good lifeF#m Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eyesG Me and my baby, we gon' be alrightF#m We gon' live a good lifeG Big homie better grow upF#m Me and my whoadies 'bout to stroll upG I see them boppers in the cornerF#m They sneaking out the back doorG He only want me when I'm not thereF#m He better call Becky with theG good hair N.C. He better call Becky with the good hair