Back to Top

I'm Not Sorry Video (MV)




Performed By: KA
Length: 4:39
Written by: Khawan White




KA - I'm Not Sorry Lyrics




(Callin, Callin)
(Callin my phone yeah)
(Callin my phone yeah yeah, my phone)

All These Bad Bitches keep Callin'
I'm just trynna make it to the mornin'
I'm not sorry (I'm not sorry)
Bad Pakistani in the Jordan's
I had a Trini Baby out in Florida
I'm not sorry (I'm not sorry)

Really hard to listen to the shit thatchu sayin'
When all I ever was to you was just a replacement
Well baby I got news for you, I hope u can take it
I finally had enough of all them games you was playing,
I been f*ckin round wit Keisha, Toya, Jazmine and Stacy
And to keep it all a hunnid Jazmine's sex was amazing
And Toya got that ass, that a nigga jus can't pass up
Baby why you acting like you ain't had a past love

It's 11'oclock at ya spot, giving you back shots, we deep in the sheets
She might wear a rock on the block, but when it's dark out, she's right here with me
It's 11'oclock at ya spot, giving you back shots, we deep in the sheets
She might play the part on the clock but when it's midnight, she turn to a freak
(Callin, Callin)

All These Bad Bitches keep Callin'
I'm just trynna make it to the mornin'
I'm not sorry (I'm not sorry)
Bad Pakistani in the Jordan's
I had a Trini Baby out in Florida
I'm not sorry (I'm not sorry)

Hol Up, Hol up, Hol up, Hol up
Good gyal, where u going wit that
Way you walking round these corners girl u gotta relax
Jungle livin in the Bronx nigga betta stay strapped
She done pulled a couple triggers got a nigga attached
I was always gonna cuff you, you jus gotta relax (You just gotta relax, you jus gotta relax)
I was always gonna cuff you, you just gotta relax (You just gotta relax)

Hol up, Hol up, Hol up
I can't even roll in peace, damn
She done got a hold of me, shit
Thought you was my Reese's piece , damn
Baby why you lied to me, you lied to me girl

I'm just trynna get you all alone, girl who you came wit
Mayweather that pussy undefeated it's the same shit
He can't do you like I can and girl that's why you callin
I'ma average 60 shots a game girl like I'm Kobe

Bad Pakistani in the Jordan's
Had a Trini Baby out in Florida
Brazilian Orlando
And I just found a lady out on Fordham

I'll freak you right I will, I'll freak you right I will
I'll cut the caution tape, and f*ck you on this window sill
Cuz shit ain't been the same for me, girl how did I meet ya
Cuz I just wanna roll up and make love to ya features

All These Bad Bitches keep Callin'
I'm just trynna make it to the mornin'
I'm not sorry (I'm not sorry)
Bad Pakistani in the Jordan's
I had a Trini Baby out in Florida
I'm not sorry (I'm not sorry)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




(Callin, Callin)
(Callin my phone yeah)
(Callin my phone yeah yeah, my phone)

All These Bad Bitches keep Callin'
I'm just trynna make it to the mornin'
I'm not sorry (I'm not sorry)
Bad Pakistani in the Jordan's
I had a Trini Baby out in Florida
I'm not sorry (I'm not sorry)

Really hard to listen to the shit thatchu sayin'
When all I ever was to you was just a replacement
Well baby I got news for you, I hope u can take it
I finally had enough of all them games you was playing,
I been f*ckin round wit Keisha, Toya, Jazmine and Stacy
And to keep it all a hunnid Jazmine's sex was amazing
And Toya got that ass, that a nigga jus can't pass up
Baby why you acting like you ain't had a past love

It's 11'oclock at ya spot, giving you back shots, we deep in the sheets
She might wear a rock on the block, but when it's dark out, she's right here with me
It's 11'oclock at ya spot, giving you back shots, we deep in the sheets
She might play the part on the clock but when it's midnight, she turn to a freak
(Callin, Callin)

All These Bad Bitches keep Callin'
I'm just trynna make it to the mornin'
I'm not sorry (I'm not sorry)
Bad Pakistani in the Jordan's
I had a Trini Baby out in Florida
I'm not sorry (I'm not sorry)

Hol Up, Hol up, Hol up, Hol up
Good gyal, where u going wit that
Way you walking round these corners girl u gotta relax
Jungle livin in the Bronx nigga betta stay strapped
She done pulled a couple triggers got a nigga attached
I was always gonna cuff you, you jus gotta relax (You just gotta relax, you jus gotta relax)
I was always gonna cuff you, you just gotta relax (You just gotta relax)

Hol up, Hol up, Hol up
I can't even roll in peace, damn
She done got a hold of me, shit
Thought you was my Reese's piece , damn
Baby why you lied to me, you lied to me girl

I'm just trynna get you all alone, girl who you came wit
Mayweather that pussy undefeated it's the same shit
He can't do you like I can and girl that's why you callin
I'ma average 60 shots a game girl like I'm Kobe

Bad Pakistani in the Jordan's
Had a Trini Baby out in Florida
Brazilian Orlando
And I just found a lady out on Fordham

I'll freak you right I will, I'll freak you right I will
I'll cut the caution tape, and f*ck you on this window sill
Cuz shit ain't been the same for me, girl how did I meet ya
Cuz I just wanna roll up and make love to ya features

All These Bad Bitches keep Callin'
I'm just trynna make it to the mornin'
I'm not sorry (I'm not sorry)
Bad Pakistani in the Jordan's
I had a Trini Baby out in Florida
I'm not sorry (I'm not sorry)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Khawan White
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Back to: KA

Tags:
No tags yet