Sorry ft. King Cheech Lyrics

Somebody come and hit

The slow jam

Smoking sipping potion

You already know that

We just need somebody

Turn me up the whole way

That's on all my motion

Dummies can't get no play

I heard you talk a lot about us

You don't love me like that

Made a lot of promises

I kind of want back

She from the east

So I'll fly her to the west

Imma hit it one time

Then imma send her right back

So tell me what you want

Gucci Saint Laurent

Keep it quite lowkey

I don't wanna talk

I'll never run a post

It's not personal I'll ghost

Hit you when I'm in the city

Now I'm on the road

Baby you got fans on the ceilings

I'm more into chandeliers

Hit it to 120

Put it into 6th gear

Bend it over one time

Let me hit it from the rear

If you really mean it baby

Keep it going till next year

Pop a bottle baby

Let me sip on couronne

Type of bitch to use it up

Then miss me when I'm gone

Really miss me baby go ahead

Listen to my songs

I'm a little toxic baby

Go ahead kiss me through the phone

Baby going crazy in the photos that I'm taking of her naked

Type of shit to put a man on lock

Champagne falling on the sand beach

Day with a bad lil thot

Funny I been puffing on some gluey sticking to it

Till this damn thing pop

Came up from the bottom hell nah

We can't stop till we stand on top

Somebody come and hit

The slow jam

Smoking sipping potion

You already know that

We just need somebody

Turn me up the whole way

That's on all my motion

Dummies can't get no play

I been on some black n white

Waves like Billabong

And they gon bring me back

A milli of a penny stock

Yeah you better talk to me nice

Either way ain't last a night

You know I left real quick

Cause they all knew that I was right

A nigga stay 10 toes

Cause I been the one

I guess a boss work

Really ain't never done

She said she a fan from the start

Little ABG thot

Needed CC I don't know what

She been trying to start

Baby going crazy in the photos that I'm taking of her naked

Type of shit to put a man on lock

Champagne falling on the sand beach

Day with a bad lil thot

Funny I been puffing on some gluey sticking to it

Till this damn thing pop

Came up from the bottom hell nah

We can't stop till we stand on top

Somebody come and hit

The slow jam

Smoking sipping potion

You already know that

We just need somebody

Turn me up the whole way

That's on all my motion

Dummies can't get no play