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trill sammy – sorry lyrics

[intro: pnb rock]
i ain’t never sorry

[chorus: pnb rock]
i woke up today (yah)
feelin’ good, i’m ballin’
i just copped a drop
could’ve copped a ‘rari
feels like yesterday (yah)
n-gga i was starvin’
i just f-cked yo’ b-tch (sheesh)
i ain’t never sorry
i ain’t never sorry
i ain’t never sorry
i ain’t never sorry
i ain’t never sorry (nah)
i just copped a drop (scurr)
could’ve copped a ‘rari
i just f-cked yo’ b-tch
and i ain’t never sorry

[verse 1: pnb rock]
i ain’t never sorry
i ain’t never sorry
i woke up today, feeling super saucy
took yo’ b-tch last [?]
said she wanna party
i used to be broke but, n-gga that’s another story
now, i’m gettin’ money
you can’t tell me nothin’
all of my n-ggas is stuntin’
i might take a trip out the country
d-mn it feels good to be paid
i just might move to l.a

[chorus: pnb rock]
i woke up today
feelin’ good, i’m ballin’
i just copped a drop
could’ve copped a ‘rari
feels like yesterday
n-gga i was starvin’
i just f-cked yo’ b-tch
i ain’t never sorry
i ain’t never sorry
i ain’t never sorry
i ain’t never sorry
i ain’t never sorry
i just copped a drop
could’ve copped a ‘rari
i just f-cked yo’ b-tch
and i ain’t never sorry

[verse 2: sonny digital]
look at me i’m winnin’, got my chains up
salute to real n-ggas, never changed up
remember when them b-tches tried to play us
now the money going out, them b-tches praise us
yeah, i’m on it, yeah, i want it
dat my swag, why you clonin’?
never winnin’, b-tch we on it
why you dreaming, wake up good morning

[chorus: pnb rock]
i woke up today
feelin’ good, i’m ballin’
i just copped a drop
could’ve copped a ‘rari
feels like yesterday
n-gga i was starvin’
i just f-cked yo’ b-tch
(5x)i ain’t never sorry
i just copped a drop
could’ve copped a ‘rari
i just f-cked yo’ b-tch
and i ain’t never sorry

[verse 3: trill sammy]
yeah, i woke up today
today was a good day
i got icescrews on my chain
i got money and the fame
my car ain’t got no top
you ain’t countin’ guap
bring her to my spot, make the lil’ b-tch give me top
‘member i ain’t had no money, wore the same clothes
now, i pull up in yo’ city in a range rove
yeah, youngest in the game, i’ve been ballin’
yeah, i just f-cked yo’ b-tch, why she keep callin’?
gang!

- trill sammy lyrics

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