Willy Snypes - SFYL (Sorry For Your Loss)

It is what it is man
It cost to be the boss
Gold digging ass bitch
I ain't sorry for your loss
Yeah, hey, I ain't sorry for your loss
Yeah, hey, I ain't sorry for your loss
Put it on the gram
You can share it with your fam
If it ain't about my business
I don't really give a damn
Yeah, hey, I ain't sorry for your loss
Yeah, hey, I ain't sorry for your loss
It is what it is man
It cost to be the boss
Gold digging ass bitch, tried to nail me to the cross
Claiming she the one,
But ain't nothing but a floss
Sugar on my teeth, yeah I had to get her off
Every day I hustle
Big wheels like Ross
So it's easy for a bitch to get caught up in the sauce
Used to have her own shit, till I broke her off
Billy Jean bad status Mike Jordan with the cross
K with the 8, now she want a bigger plate
Love that I'm a boss
And it came with a Jag
Whispered in her ear, this the best you ever had
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
It is what it is man
It cost to be the boss
Gold digging ass bitch
I ain't sorry for your loss
Yeah, hey, I ain't sorry for your loss
Yeah, hey, I ain't sorry for your loss
Put it on the gram
You can share it with your fam
If it ain't about my business
I don't really give a damn
Yeah, hey, I ain't sorry for your loss
Yeah, hey, I ain't sorry for your loss
Can't hate on a gold digger, she got needs
Got a crib up the block but want more cheese
Spread her life on the gram,
With pictures of me
Tell me, this the shit you do with a college degree?
Well I'm sorry for your loss
But you could've been a boss
Took my ass to court
Now it's time to pay the cost
Defamation of my character was easy, in fact
You told the world a bunch of lies then tried to come right back
She ain't messing with a broke nigga
Dinner with friends
Talking bout your baby girl
That's that brand new Benz
Put two fingers in the air
These some brand new friends
Now let's write a song all about your brand new trends
It is what it is man
It cost to be the boss
Gold digging ass bitch
I ain't sorry for your loss
Yeah, hey, I ain't sorry for your loss
Yeah, hey, I ain't sorry for your loss
Ay hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Just the other day I received a credit card statement
For five thousand dollars worth of gifts
On a credit card I cut up a long time ago
And guess who the receiver address was
That Bitch
I didn't come this far to come this far
Shit
CornerBoy Music

Written by:
Willie Williams

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