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"Sorry Not Sorry" by Lil Yachty, featuring Veeze, appears to be a song about confidence and disregard for the opinions of others. The lyrics suggest the artist is successful, wealthy, and has a carefree attitude.
Performed By: Lil Yachty
Featuring: Veeze
Genre(s): Hip Hop, R&B
Language: English
Length: 2:17
Written by: Karon Vantrees, Kayel Sims, Miles McCollum, Zion Xavier Sheppard
Released: August 16th, 2024
Year: 2024




Lil Yachty - Sorry Not Sorry Lyrics
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[ Featuring Veeze ]

Yeah (can we have the check, please?)
Gang-gang

Today, I ain't in the mood
I don't want your pussy, I'm cool
Got a hundred mil' on my to-do list
Got a kid with a bitch, he stupid
Niggas slide, just wait, just don't miss him
Gon' hit when we come back shootin'
Nigga talkin' 'bout "Everybody know him"
Nigga, everybody know you a goof
I done popped out, feelin' like Odd Future, Tyler, the Creator my Louis
Them boys need smoke like five opps, that's a whole pack of loose leaf
This eighth came straight from auntie
We pink slip boys, no car lease
My cup all pink like a Barbie
I'm sorry, not sorry like Beyoncé
Can't go to the mall, I'm too paid
Too high up on lean on the jet plane
She'll smuggle my drugs for a vacay
Free Rio, pourin' up in the chain gang
Rolls' truck, all brown, that shit stank
And my wrist all green like my watch fake
My bankrolls blue, it's a cry-baby
And my outfit uppin' the crime rate (Us)

Diamonds give a bitch a headache (shoo)
Switchin' lanes, I'm scarin' the bitch
Damn near tearin' the bitch
Me and my bitch, we sharin' the bitch
Uh, I done ran around fifty men, I feel like Ric Flair in this bitch (hoo)
Ain't got a care in this bitch
They up it on me, I'm darin' the bitch (blrrt)
Pretty ass ho pourin' up my drink, I just stared at the bitch (phew)
I got seven homes filled with clothes, Sauce on the way in this bitch (yeah)
I ain't talkin' 'bout no TV shows, when I say I got Bear in this bitch (uh-huh)
I had to figure it out the hard way, no, I don't care, lil' bitch (skeet)
Ayy, I never talk shit online, but check it in real life, I'll never struggle again (woo)
I done helped all my mans
I put my mom in a brand new Benz
Niggas just groan when they bitch askin' for pics like a fan
You my dawg, I'll do what I can
Brand new fishbowl, look like Saran

Not my type, I'ma still smash
Rich off rap, I still trap
Ain't no pressure, nigga, I'm still relaxed
Still slime, still finesse
I'm so rich, when I cheat on my bitch, she still gon' take me back
I can talk that shit but backin' it up, that's what I'm better at
Pull up in the Wraith, the seats so orange, look like a leather crab
Pull up in the Wraith, the seats so orange, look like a Hermès bag
Kiss your bitch good-bye, she come with us, 'cause she ain't even comin' back
Gettin' high like Scarface, smokin' dope inside a bubble bath

Many men wish death on me, one button, I can get many men dead (blrrt)
I put you on, I could take you out, get that shit through your head (oh)
RTSU is around the globe, think all these niggas Fed' (Us)
I don't give no f*ck, I'm with whatever, however they wanna play it (ooh)
Like Bam Bam, I went through the flame, I met the bitch at the Bodega (huh)
Took the bitch out to Bottega (huh), big stick on me like Al-Qaeda (slatt)
My brothers keep a hottie, bitch, it's up if you say no questions either
Hope no ho think I need her
I'm still mad at Bieber
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Yeah (can we have the check, please?)
Gang-gang

Today, I ain't in the mood
I don't want your pussy, I'm cool
Got a hundred mil' on my to-do list
Got a kid with a bitch, he stupid
Niggas slide, just wait, just don't miss him
Gon' hit when we come back shootin'
Nigga talkin' 'bout "Everybody know him"
Nigga, everybody know you a goof
I done popped out, feelin' like Odd Future, Tyler, the Creator my Louis
Them boys need smoke like five opps, that's a whole pack of loose leaf
This eighth came straight from auntie
We pink slip boys, no car lease
My cup all pink like a Barbie
I'm sorry, not sorry like Beyoncé
Can't go to the mall, I'm too paid
Too high up on lean on the jet plane
She'll smuggle my drugs for a vacay
Free Rio, pourin' up in the chain gang
Rolls' truck, all brown, that shit stank
And my wrist all green like my watch fake
My bankrolls blue, it's a cry-baby
And my outfit uppin' the crime rate (Us)

Diamonds give a bitch a headache (shoo)
Switchin' lanes, I'm scarin' the bitch
Damn near tearin' the bitch
Me and my bitch, we sharin' the bitch
Uh, I done ran around fifty men, I feel like Ric Flair in this bitch (hoo)
Ain't got a care in this bitch
They up it on me, I'm darin' the bitch (blrrt)
Pretty ass ho pourin' up my drink, I just stared at the bitch (phew)
I got seven homes filled with clothes, Sauce on the way in this bitch (yeah)
I ain't talkin' 'bout no TV shows, when I say I got Bear in this bitch (uh-huh)
I had to figure it out the hard way, no, I don't care, lil' bitch (skeet)
Ayy, I never talk shit online, but check it in real life, I'll never struggle again (woo)
I done helped all my mans
I put my mom in a brand new Benz
Niggas just groan when they bitch askin' for pics like a fan
You my dawg, I'll do what I can
Brand new fishbowl, look like Saran

Not my type, I'ma still smash
Rich off rap, I still trap
Ain't no pressure, nigga, I'm still relaxed
Still slime, still finesse
I'm so rich, when I cheat on my bitch, she still gon' take me back
I can talk that shit but backin' it up, that's what I'm better at
Pull up in the Wraith, the seats so orange, look like a leather crab
Pull up in the Wraith, the seats so orange, look like a Hermès bag
Kiss your bitch good-bye, she come with us, 'cause she ain't even comin' back
Gettin' high like Scarface, smokin' dope inside a bubble bath

Many men wish death on me, one button, I can get many men dead (blrrt)
I put you on, I could take you out, get that shit through your head (oh)
RTSU is around the globe, think all these niggas Fed' (Us)
I don't give no f*ck, I'm with whatever, however they wanna play it (ooh)
Like Bam Bam, I went through the flame, I met the bitch at the Bodega (huh)
Took the bitch out to Bottega (huh), big stick on me like Al-Qaeda (slatt)
My brothers keep a hottie, bitch, it's up if you say no questions either
Hope no ho think I need her
I'm still mad at Bieber
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Writer: Karon Vantrees, Kayel Sims, Miles McCollum, Zion Xavier Sheppard
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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