Wes40oz - SORRY

All eyes on me when I step into the party
I need my weed wrapped up in a Marley
I'm too odee if I'm arrogant I'm sorry
I pulled off in the benzo and spun back in the rarri
I'm too odee if I'm arrogant I'm sorry yeah
We taking jenny shots I'm moving like a zombie yeah
One wanna drive the boat, the other said she horny yeah
It ain't me without a couple bitches on me yeah
Shit I'm saying tho
Like why you always quick to think I'm playing hoe
Fuck it, might be the way it goes
I don't really think you understand tho
Tell me
Is you gonna pick them pieces up?
I know you wanna move in when yo lease is up
Ii bet, look to your left and tell me he's enough
Studder stepping on the hesi had to freeze him up
You lookin slim babygirl like do you eat enough?
I brought some dick with me girl, eat it up
Yeah I like the slow sex but we can keep it rough
I know the pussy ain't mine I just beat it up
So uhh give to me like I need it
I'm calling all the shots alone I'm feeling undefeated
I can't go thru her phone no more we know she be deleting
And you ain't even mine no more still feel like you be cheating
So now I'm back to them bitches on the weekend
They wanna know who I'm with and where we at like what's the reason?
One of them wanna act stush, the other one conceited
And I'm in both close friends these bitches be o— I swear these bitches be o—
I swear these bitches be odeein, I swear these bitches be o—ooh, I swear these bitches be odeein
Now I can't waste my time with a lame bitch
Always on the same shit
Telling me she love me in the same breath say I ain't shit
In public wanna hug me in the crib she say I'm brain less
First shot, painless
Fourth shot, dangerous
Turn off my location hit the road and then I lane switch skrtt
Gave them niggas riri you know I can make it work
Another shot of brown and now I'm climbing up her skirt
And why her nipples looking at me thru her shirt
Baby Ima winner but I'll let you come in first
And all my niggas with me be my muddys from the dirt
Try me, something funny, that's that shit that get you hurt
It's RTG stretch the sound across the earth
Rolling up the weed my nigga I crushed the purp
Mix too many liquors I can smell it off the burp
Mixy with two bitches they be knowing ima flirt
6'2 but I'll really throw it off the vert

Written by:
Wesley Molina

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