| She’s just perfect in every kinda way
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| But I don’t think I can handle her pain
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| So messed up and I’m too busy just running my game
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| Oh, girl after girl, mistake after mistake
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| I tried to change but they always around, pulling me down in bed
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| Gave you my word but they were just broken promises
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| Broken condoms, lipstick marks and unprotected sex
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| I feel like shit, you know I ain’t shit
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| Sorry, won’t turn back the clock
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| Baby I took advantage 'cause I knew you
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| Wouldn’t believe, so I used you
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| I’m sorry, oh but sorry don’t make it right, I know
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| We at the crib, she got her legs wrapped around my waist
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| Conversating, she lick every tattoo that’s on my face
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| Like a thug, I just wanna fuck, that’s every day
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| Temporary separations, confessing my mistakes
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| She packed her bags and left me home and I’m still hurt
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| Get new pussy, but she can’t tell me that it’s real first
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| A lot of lies, apologized, the thirst real
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| When she hear this thinking to herself, «Damn! |
| This verse real.»
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| Rehab out in Vegas, that made this a murdered sin
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| Sent the bottles to her table then made love on the jet
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| Temporary thrills, all these women you think I tossed
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| My feelings genuine, disregard what you see on blogs
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| I been a boss before I recorded Meek song
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| Mill in cash on the gram, they trending Meech home
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| In the D and my G he throwing that P. Stone
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| Every picture that you post leave comments on each one
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| I’m just a typical ordinary nigga
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| But I know that I can’t change the rules
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| All this time I blamed you 'cause I know what I’m doing
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| Stepping on your heart again, relationship ruined
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| I tried to change but I’m always out, fucking around in the club
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| Pieces of my love letter tore up from this break up
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| My worst nightmare went right in my back, I wish I could wake up
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| I feel like shit, know I ain’t shit but I’m
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| Sorry, won’t turn back the clock
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| Baby I took advantage 'cause I knew you
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| Wouldn’t believe, so I used you
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| I’m sorry (That I love you baby) oh but sorry don’t make it right, I know
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| Life short and baby girl you deserve a winner
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| Every day the diamonds on you get bigger and bigger
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| Hustle from my heart so every night I can deliver
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| Saying sorry, layin' up, I’m way up in your liver
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| Boss, the red bottoms got you walking funny
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| Get you an agent, she balling and all she talk is money
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| Take her shopping, baby boy ain’t no salary caps
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| She get it popping so you better bring battery packs
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| Perfect time to relax
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| Nothing is perfect other than me and the perfect match
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| They all watch me 'cause the moves I make out of their budget
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| Diamond district, six figures on my shorty nugget
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| I tried to change but they always around, pulling me down in bed
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| Gave you my word but they were just broken promises
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| Broken condoms, lipstick marks and unprotected sex
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| I feel like shit, you know I ain’t shit
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| Sorry, won’t turn back the clock
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| Baby I took advantage 'cause I knew you
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| Wouldn’t believe it, so I used you
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| I’m sorry, oh I’m sorry don’t make it right
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| I apologize, we’re not perfect, I’m not perfect |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sorry, artist - Rick Ross. Album song Black Market, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп