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Fecha de emisión: 27.04.2009
Idioma de la canción: inglés
Sorry N' Shit |
Here we come baby, |
It’s a party bitch |
Here we come baby, |
It’s a party bitch |
If you mad at me, hey, sorry n shit |
You hate my everything, sorry n shit |
La la la |
You see my better game, sorry n shit |
Na na na |
I’m like whatever mayne, sorry n shit |
I say, sorry n shit |
We say, sorry n shit |
Na na na |
You hate my everything, sorry n shit |
La la la |
You see my better game, sorry n shit |
Na na na |
I’m like whatever mayne, sorry n shit |
I say, sorry n shit |
We say, sorry n shit |
I’m with my goon squad, we movin like mars |
We hits the club and does our thing, my goonies by the bar |
We ghetto superstars, they know just who we are |
We pistol poppers, chopper choppers, blame it on the bar |
Yeah, I’m disrespectful, neglectful when I be on that booze |
I hope your listenin I’m twisted and don’t make sudden moves |
I came to party, chase pussy but I’m still with the goons |
If I get heated, say fuck it, then they gon' clear the room |
No need to wonder my thunders they out there by the whips |
They keep their heaters, milimeters, in case you pussies trip |
See I’m so gutter and gully and I could make it ugly |
I know these pussies be hatin but |
But fuck some trouble let’s huddle I’m first to pull a dame |
And I’m beligerent and ignorant but I’m still on my game |
She say I’m so disrespectful when I keep callin her bitch |
I told her suck on these webbles then I said sorry n' shit |
They call me beast man, street sweep, your released then, |
Keep heat in my seat for the beefin |
I keep it pimpin keep my mug on monster, if they |
Get to trippin I’m a plug their roster, I’m a |
Minus niggas out, uppercut and not could give a |
3 piece to this thug imposter, I just |
Wanna kick it take a blunt to the head |
But they hate, the bitches love me wanna jump on my bed |
I take 'em, to the crilla, they just jump out their jeans (off patron) |
And now my rilla it ain’t hard as it seems, my game |
Music pumpin, baby archin her back, with ease |
I’m in her belly first night like her mack, best believe |
When we leave, no strings attached, when she dreams, |
I’m chasing paper ain’t no callin her back |
I proceed to pick her up and she was soon to forget |
I hit, and told her gobble my webbles then I said sorry n' shit |
You got d-real in the buildin I’m pourin liquor and chillin |
Throwin swishes to the ceilin plus I roll with my villians, shit |
We just tryna kick it mayne, then a lotta bitches came |
Shes cousins with such and such and she fuckin with what’s her name |
I’m like whatever man, then something hella better came |
Hit me off with every fan plus her name and her game |
We headed back to the bar and the liquor started to pour |
She drank about |
Yeh, now shes hella juiced up |
Baby start to loosen up, she want to take me to the |
car and start to do stuff |
Baby was a true slut, and after two nutts, |
She said if I want it I could put it in her 'oo what |
She had my dick like as hard as a brick, |
after I hit I went back into the party and shit |
Two weeks later when I was out, she came up and said what goes on |
But I didn’t recognize that ho with her clothes on |
Rogue dog villains say sorry and shit UUHHHHH |
Fuck up every party and shit UHHHHHHH |
They bout to gon' call me in this UHHHH bitch |
UUHHHH nigga |
We bang, ain’t not stoppin this, man we on top of shit |
Aim from a block to get, pain from your poppa bitch |
You and your coochie therapy will techa nina’s your doctor trick |
I can make you wetter but you better know how to rock a dick |
Better take it with the job shackles, knob tackles |
Get up on the dick and put it up into esophagus and |
better never be no obstacles |
Chompin on my dick, I cackle, grabbin it like she in a rod raffle |
I’m a nice guy, well it’s right, |
I might fly down to the fridge to get the brod snapple |
Take it a miss got a lot of it, say she the type that swallows it |
I hollas |
I’ll admit it was good at the beginning but you gotta pardon me miss |
I said you hurtin my webbles, and she said Sorry N Shit |