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sorry - alan ward (rapper) lyrics

[voicemail]

sorry i don’t do b*tches
to busy focused on riches
don’t need a oop
i’ll let ya shot
long as my whole team winning
getting some buzz no guinness
green get me swole like spinach
popeye on the boat
its easy to float
boutta expose who sinkin’

now lets be honest
you cap if you don’t think i got it
you want it
i prolly won’t cop it
she hate that i’m honest
and solely just focused on profit
still too much room pockets
me and my dog, (ha)
like wallace and gromit
do funny things for the dollar
took off my collar
since mama done seen im a scholar
left town and i ain’t tell my father
oops…
i still don’t regret
like q
this juice done madе me a threat
im on the loosе, bet you won’t catch
b*tch coming back, but i don’t play fetch
im here to stay like the ink om my flesh
if it ain’t business, don’t really get texts
funny my heart, feel just like my neck
im in yo que, u better not step
sorry i don’t do b*tches
to busy focused on riches
don’t need a oop
i’ll let ya shot
long as my whole team winning
getting some buzz no guinness
green get me swole like spinach
popeye on the boat
its easy to float
boutta expose who sinkin’ (x2)

ask me to pay, swear that it worth it
if that’s the truth, why they sell jergens
ain’t knockin you hustle, baby get that birkin
guess i need more if i pay for yo service
you won’t tuck me if i ever get nervous
play with my dreads, when my head isnt workin
instead i’m just a b*tch n*gga you curvin
so i’m just paying to unload these verses
new friendships dead
bring round these herses
been in my bag
to empty to yo purses
no 9*5
but never not working
whippin to k!ll
yeah i’m still mercin’
bands make me clap
yeah i love twerkin
dog with no courage
got a few curses
peep on the low
yeah i be lurkin
can’t stand to wait
get my own service
sorry i don’t do b*tches
to busy focused on riches
don’t need a oop
i’ll let ya shot
long as my whole team winning
getting some buzz no guinness
green get me swole like spinach
popeye on the boat
its easy to float
boutta expose who sinkin’ (x2)

[voicemail]

- alan ward rapper lyrics

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