Sorry

G (Sorry) I ain't sorry D (Sorry) I ain't sorry G I ain't sorry D Nigga, nah G (Sorry) I ain't sorry D (Sorry) I ain't sorry G I ain't sorry D Verse 1 D He trying to roll me up (I ain sorry) A D I ain't picking up (I ain sorry) A D Headed to the club (I ain sorry) A D I ain't thinking 'bout you (I ain sorry) A G Me and my ladies sip my D'usse cup (I ain sorry) D G I don't give a fuck, chucking my deuces up D G Suck on my balls, pause, I had enough (I ain sorry) D G I ain't thinking 'bout you D I ain't thinking 'bout Bridge 1 D A Middle fingers up, put them hands high D 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 [Refrão]G (Sorry) I ain't sorry D (Sorry) I ain't sorry G (You) I ain't sorry D I ain't thinking 'bout you G (Sorry) I ain't sorry D (Sorry) I ain't sorry G I ain't sorry D No no, hell nah Verse 2 D A Now you want to say you're sorry D Now you want to call me crying A Now you gotta see me wilding D Now I'm the one that's lying A And I don't feel bad about it D It's exactly what you get A Stop interrupting my grinding I ain't thinking 'bout you [Refrão]G D (Sorry) I ain't sorry G I ain't thinking 'bout you D I ain't thinking 'bout you G D (Sorry) I ain't sorry G I ain't thinking 'bout you D I ain't thinking 'bout you Bridge 2 D A Middle fingers up, put them hands high D 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 [Refrão]G (Sorry) I ain't sorry D (Sorry) I ain't sorry G I ain't sorry D Nigga, nah G (Sorry) I ain't sorry D (Sorry) I ain't sorry G I ain't sorry D No no, hell nah Verse 3 D A Looking at my watch, he shoulda been home D A Today I regret the night I put that ring on D A He always got them fucking excuses D A I pray to the Lord you reveal what his truth is Outro G I left a note in the hallway F#m By the time you read it, I'll be far away G I'm far away F#m But I ain't fucking with nobody G Let's have a toast to the good life F#m Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eyes G Me and my baby, we gon' be alright F#m We gon' live a good life G Big homie better grow up F#m Me and my whoadies 'bout to stroll up G I see them boppers in the corner F#m They sneaking out the back door G He only want me when I'm not there F#m G He better call Becky with the good hair N.C. He better call Becky with the good hair