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yeat - sorry bout that lyrics

[intro]
she eat me up like it’s beni+bachi
sorry ’bout that
sorry ’bout that
sorry ’bout that
sorry ’bout that
sorry ’bout that

[chorus]
oxy extra (sorry ’bout that)
atv, way she ridin’ on (sorry ’bout that)
bend the b+tch over in calabasas
tryna be slow now
b+tch i’ma sip on the wock or the tris
she said she feeling’ it, i ain’t even feelin’ her
b+tch i be high on these drugs every day of my life i don’t know at all if i should quit or not
how the f+ck could i go out sad can’t go out sad on my life
and i just got off the phone with my jeweler, that brand new cuban link comin’ in with the diamonds
and they just told me, if i bought the tesla, so i’m finna pop a hundred
i’m on the percs so i call up my bed like “what’s up, with ya'”
she said “can i pull up, and lay up with ya”
she said i wanna watch a movie, if you get the picture
she said she need a big ol’ booty, called up bob the builder
black and white diamonds i’m colorblind
they tell me that i murder every beat like columbine
sorry ’bout that
[verse]
i had to switch the sign
all my diamonds flawless, and big, no limit the size
all your sh+t is fake, that sh+t ain’t solid
i’m sorry for you kid, that’s just your life
the amount of drugs i did today, would make you cry
i’m finna tell you everything, i don’t get shy
i’m ’bout to buy a wedding ring, for x tonight
and when i bought the cayenne, it was four inside
can you stop the crying, it’s all your life
she wanna l!ck my privates, all night
just tell me, you gotta tell me the truth, all it
i had to go cut ties with them so i could go ballin’
i had the [?] jeans with the terror jacket
and my thot said she addicted me like some crack
pull up i’m breaking her backy
n+ggas is goofy they wacky
i’m not a kid, i’m a man like paci
and i made a whole mil’ off the rapping
i used to vacuum seal the za and wrap it
now all i think about is the roxy
and i don’t wanna hear about it if it ain’t facts
she finna pull up and eat it like it’s beni+bachi
she eat me up like it’s beni+bachi

[chorus]
a+t+e, she eat me up (sorry ’bout that)
atv, way she ridin’ on (sorry ’bout that)
bend the b+tch over in calabasas
tryna be slow now
b+tch i’ma sip on the wock or the tris
she said she feeling’ it, i ain’t even feelin’ her
b+tch i be high on these drugs every day of my life i don’t know at all if i should quit or not
how the f+ck could i go out sad can’t go out sad on my life
and i just got off the phone with my jeweler, that brand new cuban link comin’ in with the diamonds
and they just told me, if i bought the tesla, so i’m finna pop a hundred
i’m on the percs so i call up my bed like “what’s up, with ya'”
she said “can i pull up, and lay up with ya”
she said i wanna watch a movie, if you get the picture
she said she need a big ol’ booty, called up bob the builder
black and white diamonds i’m colorblind
they tell me that i murder every beat like columbine
sorry ’bout that
[post+chorus]
sorry ’bout that
sorry ’bout that
sorry ’bout that
sorry ’bout that
sorry ’bout that
sorry ’bout that
sorry ’bout that

- yeat lyrics

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