SORRY BAE ft. Sam West Lyrics

Yeah , cudiem ye

Late late late

Yeah fuck young money

What you mean?

Yeah young money like young Pablo

Nigga Gods flow

Niggas funny on God words

Ain't tripping by some ad words

Slim please leave respect yeah

I can't even know you with the fed's

But this is the part you could have it

Jumping in the fest

I'm sorry I can't admit apologize

I'm boring and I had to make

Digits on my mind sick and exotic

Eh if I had an admission mother wasted Ambition

Fuck what I got to get you suck in my Vision

Yeah myself fake birthday was going to be Great

I lot wishes never made.

I least I switched the play

To get 100 make it a 10

Girl had you ever met cudiem

I'm not less alive or spicy the game

As my name cut left passes

But really need more emotions that I'm asking

Well I'm feeling my ways you're overtaken by Asking

Yeah if I do care I really don't sorry

"Oh I don't need your sperm you know what"

"Even dogs sperm can give birth to human Child "

Sorry for any promises I never made

Sorry baby if I had lack the day

It's just proof I'm only human ducking in the Booth

And I'm sorry if I ever fucked I given to you

Yeah it's me and Cudiem, coming for revenge

We are heaven sent

Keep it on me we gon really represent

Hit em with the lead

Like I'm trippie redd, your girl gave me head

Baby told me take the bag home

And I'm running from it like a track hawk

Bring more bottles, fuck a last call1

We gon hit it from the summer to the fall

And yeah you know I feel like I'm curry

Cuz all I do is know how to ball

If I see cash then I'm taking it

Cuz It's up to me Imma take it all

We go band for band, and you gon get the hand

Gucci is the brand take out opps like Zombieland

She said I'm the man, baby find that holy land

Keep it on me baby, you gon feel it in the end

And you fucked up your chance,

I'm with that bad bitch out in france

Yeah, I smoke a backwood with the fans

Yeah and we take it through the lense

And I know some people who'd go at your Family

Take out yo daddy, yo auntie, yo granny

Take out his legs and I call him a tranny

Chasin it all like my name was John Manning

I ain't gon ask I keep on demanding

Come on a rocket, they say that he's landing

Take out my right, then I do it one handed

I'm on a level, you won't understand it

I'm too checked up, too flexxed up

Money on my mind, I'm too blessed up

You messed up, you a jester

Funny ain't the vibe, you've been left up

Damn

Sam west,

Play with my set and we come for your chest

Don't fit the vibe then we come for your neck

Pay me in cash I don't wait for a check

Like what

Sorry for any promises I never made

Sorry baby if I had lack the day

It's just proof I'm only human ducking in the Booth

And I'm sorry if I ever fucked I given to you

Have you ever loved someone so much you'd Give an arm for ?

Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for

For a play that bad 'c maybe you aimed too Bad

But I ain't balling by motion ain't know where For a (sec) exact

It just a feeling

Feeling lonely ever night spent my time

I might feeling better, just need a ramen

Did exact in a sec

To pack some niggas playing like was I was Over reacted

But I'm not thinking about some legit facts

Can know it

Knowing me , better the plan

Baby know me , know me , I'm too busy

Don't brag , brag

Bitches rolly, rolling all the blunt I over had

Just turn around and make a smile in the back

So it's slime shady crazy?

Yeah shady crazy , baby girl

Let me , paste my motion fast , that I hate

To serve

I'm not too shady , but slim my m's

I'm feeling faded , but I'm back

On a Holy Spirit fast

And I'm falling to be picki

Picking boxes on the front locker

I can't called warning from own dollars

I make it happen to quick

Nigga playing like I was over switch

You ain't like me , nigga you just

A placed copy

Sorry for any promises I never made

Sorry baby if I had lack the day

It's just proof I'm only human ducking in the booth

And I'm sorry if I ever fucked I given to you