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drose (nj) – im sorry lyrics

[intro]
jb, i missed you
nice to meet you, i’m sorry
i’m just here to do my job
nice to meet you, no running
please don’t fear me, i’m just karma

[chorus]
uh, we used to be fine
now she show off on the ‘gram, i don’t trip, i don’t pay her no mind
you better get yours, you know i’ma get mine
just give me her friend, i ain’t wastin’ no time
i should’ve saw the signs, now i gotta deal with the pain that’s inside
you ain’t gon’ find another me but try
’cause you know that i’m the rawest of them guys
but i ain’t gon’ sweat it, met a new baddie, she say i’m poetic
if she try to leave, i promise i’m gon’ let it
and she a hunnid, money, i can bet it, uh
basically, n+gga, you get it
talkin’ ’bout guala, she know i can get it
ex+text back and she left me a message
i ain’t text back, but you know that i read it, uh
i don’t know what she expected

[verse 1]
all in my zone, i ain’t tryna answer my phone
too busy textin’ my new jawn, you tryna push up on it, then it’s on
i got a glock with a stick and it’s long, uh
everybody know i perform, i’ma stop waitin’ for it, bae, come on
you know i hate when you be takin’ long
just make sure that you don’t got them panties on
[bridge]
i just got home, i ain’t know you text my phone lil’ mama, but i’m sorry
i was outside juggin’ all night, i’m in the crib bookin’ our flight
don’t care ’bout the weather, i ain’t gon’ lie to you as long as we forever
you gon’ look better when we out together
i’m at the crib with the glock on the dresser, uh
she chose me ’cause i’m better

[chorus]
now she show off on the ‘gram, i don’t trip, i don’t pay her no mind
you better get yours, you know i’ma get mine
just give me her friend, i ain’t wastin’ no time
i should’ve saw the signs, now i gotta deal with the pain that’s inside
you ain’t gon’ find another me but try
’cause you know that i’m the rawest of them guys
but i ain’t gon’ sweat it, met a new baddie, she say i’m poetic
if she try to leave, i promise i’m gon’ let it
and she a hunnid, money, i can bet it, uh
basically, n+gga, you get it
talkin’ ’bout guala, she know i can get it
ex+text back and she left me a message
i ain’t text back, but you know that i read it, uh
i don’t know what she expected
uh

[verse 2]
i ain’t gon’ lie, i got the baddest chick
i grab my lips when she hit in the hips
you lookin’ s+xy, baby, gimme kiss
she say, “stop playin’, daddy, gimme d+ck”
uh, i ain’t gon’ lie, she a trip
she makin’ sure that i’m good, but i’m sick, oh sh+t
she like a n+gga with bl!cks
you know i had to pull her to the side, i told her i’m sorry
i know i might cut my flow rude
young n+gga with money who dropped out of school, but it’s cool
i hope you play by the rules
you play on my top, i’ma tighten your screws
i gave you my heart, but b+tch, i ain’t no fool
she know i’m the one puttin’ sh+t on the news
[bridge]
i just got home, i ain’t know you text my phone lil’ mama, but i’m sorry
i was outside juggin’ all night, i’m in the crib bookin’ our flight
don’t care ’bout the weather, i ain’t gon’ lie to you as long as we forever
you gon’ look better when we out together
i’m at the crib with the glock on the dresser, uh
she chose me ’cause i’m better

[outro]
but i ain’t gon’ sweat it, met a new baddie, she say i’m poetic
if she try to leave, i promise i’m gon’ let it
and she a hunnid, money, i can bet it, uh
basically, n+gga, you get it
talkin’ ’bout guala, she know i can get it
ex+text back and she left me a message
i ain’t text back, but you know that i read it, uh
i don’t know what she expected
nice to meet you, i’m sorry
i’m just here to do my job
nice to meet you, i’m sorry
i’m just here to do my job
nice to meet you, i’m sorry
i’m just here to do my job

- drose nj lyrics

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