So what are you gonna say at my funeral, now that you've killed me?
Here lies the body of the love of my life
Who's heart I broke without a gun to my head
Here lies the mother of my children, both living and dead
Rest in peace, my true love, who I took for granted
Most bomb pussy, who because of me, sleep evaded
Her shroud is loneliness, her God was listening
Her Heaven would be a love without betrayal
Ashes to ashes, dust to sidechicks
(Sorry) I ain't sorry, (sorry) I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry, nigga, nah
(Sorry) I ain't sorry, (sorry) I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
He trying to roll me up (I ain't sorry)
I ain't picking up (I ain't sorry)
Headed to the club (I ain't sorry)
I ain't thinking 'bout you (I ain't sorry)
Me and my ladies sip my D'USSÉ cup (sorry, I ain't sorry)
I don't give a fuck, chucking my deuces up
Suck on my balls, pause, I had enough (sorry, I ain't sorry)
I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout
Middle fingers up, put them hands high
Wave it in his face, tell him: Boy, bye (sorry)
Tell him: Boy, bye, (sorry) boy, bye
Middle fingers up
I ain't thinking 'bout you
(Sorry) I ain't sorry, (sorry) I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry, nigga, nah
I ain't thinking 'bout you
(Sorry) I ain't sorry, (sorry) I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
No, no, hell nah
Now you want to say you're sorry
Now you want to call me crying
Now you gotta see me wilding
Now I'm the one that's lying
And I don't feel bad about it
It's exactly what you get
Stop interrupting my grinding
(You're interrupting my grinding)
I ain't thinking 'bout you
(Sorry, I ain't sorry)
I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout you
(Sorry, I ain't sorry)
I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Looking at my watch, he shoulda been home
Today I regret the night I put that ring on
He always got them fucking excuses
I pray to Lord you reveal what his truth is
I left a note in the hallway
By the time you read it, I'll be far away
I'm far away
But I ain't fucking with nobody
Let's have a toast to the good life
Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eyes
Me and my baby, we gon' be alright
We gon' live a good life
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comBig homie, better grow up
Me and my whoadies 'bout to stroll up
I see them boppers in the corner
They sneaking out the back door
He only want me when I'm not there
He better call Becky with the good hair
He better call Becky with the good hair