daz dillinger - sorry bitch lyrics
[intro]
woman: sorry -ss n-ggas
guy a: ayy [?] gentleman and let these ladies eat first
guy b: yeah you act like you had no bbq before. let the ladies
eat. hoes gotta eat too
woman: wait a minute n-gga who you callin’ a hoe? i ain’t no hoe
[hook: daz dillinger]
sorry b-tch, sorry, sorry b-tch (i can’t be your lover)
sorry b-tch, sorry, sorry b-tch (i can’t be your lover)
sorry b-tch, sorry, sorry b-tch (i can’t be your lover)
sorry b-tch, sorry, sorry b-tch (i can’t be your lover)
[verse 1: daz dillinger]
sorry b-tch, sorry b-tch
we the crack n-ggas that you should be f-ckin’ with
i’m mistaking you girlies and who you lookin’ for
and not a trick, a thug b-tch and gucci hoe
oh you really know, girl you really know
it’s you booty though, it’s my duty though
one thing that a n-gga can’t stand though
[?] boyfriend, a n-gga or your man though
i’m just too [?] for the p-ssy and the money
you could get [?] you ever could f-ck me
when it comes to mine you get nadadada
should do it for the dollar , sometimes i make you holla
[hook: daz dillinger]
sorry b-tch, sorry, sorry b-tch (i can’t be your lover)
sorry b-tch, sorry, sorry b-tch (i can’t be your lover)
sorry b-tch, sorry, sorry b-tch (i can’t be your lover)
sorry b-tch, sorry, sorry b-tch (i can’t be your lover)
[verse 2: snoop dogg]
you really wanna shine with a n-gga, high sign with a n-gga
snapchat or either facetime with a n-gga
[?]
thought that i was in love with you what makes you [?] ?
no roses no wine, four hoes on my side
b-tch i show you no signs
lying to the fact that i’m a motherf-cking pimp and i belong to the [?]
ain’t no need to lie, sh-t we pimp or die
they call me [?] i’m from anoher whole tribe
no worries, i’m in a hurry
let me say it to you like this punk b-tch: i’m sorry
[hook: daz dillinger]
sorry b-tch, sorry, sorry b-tch (i can’t be your lover)
sorry b-tch, sorry, sorry b-tch (i can’t be your lover)
sorry b-tch, sorry, sorry b-tch (i can’t be your lover)
sorry b-tch, sorry, sorry b-tch (i can’t be your lover)
[verse 3: kurupt]
yo, all i wanna do is the make the whole crowd bounce ya (bounce ya!)
b-tch and your punky–ss [?] bouncin’ on my b-lls
crenshaw to martin luther king [?]
[?]
look b-tch, shut the f-ck up and cook b-tch
a n-gga hungry, punk b-tch, bunk b-tch
what the f-ck you want b-tch, besides d-ck
you ain’t gettin’ no cake ain’t nothin’ new
besides [?] hoes gotta eat too
shut the f-ck up b-tch, eat a d-ck b-tch
eat the [?] b-tch, now listen
i’m sorry if it just didn’t work
you f-ck too with the homies and i was first
but i d-mn sure ain’t the last
just don’t get no one [?] stuck in your -ss
i’m sorry b-tch!
[outro: daz dillinger]
sorry b-tch, sorry, sorry b-tch (i can’t be your lover)
sorry b-tch, sorry, sorry b-tch (i can’t be your lover)
sorry b-tch, sorry, sorry b-tch (i can’t be your lover)
sorry b-tch, sorry, sorry b-tch (i can’t be your lover)
sorry b-tch, sorry!
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