Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Intro (Sorry Not Sorry), artist - Kilo Jugg. Date of issue: 28.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Intro (Sorry Not Sorry) |
| I am the master of my fate |
| (Fate-fate-fate-fate) |
| How much do you know about Davy Jones? |
| Not much |
| Davy Jones |
| I am the the captain of my soul |
| Yeah |
| (My soul-my soul-my soul) |
| Yeah |
| I just got a box of that Mota on conny |
| Had to run off on the plug, sorry, not sorry |
| I feel like a king, I got all this gold on me |
| I can’t wife a ting, dick is all she get from me |
| I’ve been moving ghost, I want power like Tommy |
| Had to run off on the plug, sorry, not sorry |
| Really feel like Davy Jones, all this water on me |
| I was at them graves still trappin' like a zombie |
| I know that it’s dramatic |
| But I ain’t getting grabbed |
| With this package that I’m slappin' out |
| Trappin' out of Darren’s house |
| Chattin' 'cause he’s cattin' now |
| Need to get to baggin' |
| Got a few wishes, ain’t no genie, no Aladdin |
| Got a beanie lookin' Jasmine, don’t miss home, fantastic |
| Mota in the plastic, I cook coca with the magic |
| OT with them OAP’s, that’s Cash in the Attic |
| I got issues, got a habbit |
| For that cash, I am a addict |
| Timeless, classic, I’m living my dream |
| I became a Jugg Lord in these mad streets |
| Got a lot of spots poppin' like it’s acne |
| Still out swingin' shots, getting gwop in tax free |
| Now I’m rockin' drip, check the drip, it’s styley |
| Steppin' on coyotes got me feelin' wiley |
| You are not my homie, brudda, you ain’t my G |
| Where were you when I was lonely? |
| You was not beside me |
| I just got a box of that Mota on conny |
| Had to run off on the plug, sorry, not sorry |
| I feel like a king, I got all this gold on me |
| I can’t wife a ting, dick is all she get from me |
| I’ve been moving ghost, I want power like Tommy |
| Had to run off on the plug, sorry, not sorry |
| Really feel like Davy Jones, all this water on me |
| I was at them graves still trappin' like a zombie |
| Brrr |
| I just got a call from the plug |
| He said, «you a fool boy, why did you run?» |
| «Gave you grub, man, I used to show you love» |
| Then I told him, «suck your mum» |
| And I laughed, and hung up |
| 'Cause it’s the life that we live |
| Trappers, drillers, pirates |
| All part of the team, TT the label |
| In the streets but we hate the streets |
| Playin' for keeps while chasin' my dream |
| But I used to chase fiends |
| It’s mad |
| But I guess I believe in destiny |