Sorry

by Beyoncé

Chords

4.9 (36)

Tuning: E A D G B E

Transpose

Capo

None

Size

100%

Hook Verse + Bridge Outro

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N.C. = No chords

Hook 1

(Sorry) I ain't sorry

I ain't sorry

Nigga, nah

(Sorry) I ain't sorry

I ain't sorry

Verse 1

He trying to roll me

up (I ain’t sorry)

I ain't picking

up (I ain’t sorry)

Headed to the

club (I ain’t sorry)

I ain't thinking 'bout

you (I ain’t sorry)

Me and my ladies sip my

D'usse cup (I ain’t sorry)

I don't give a fuck, chucking my

deuces up

Suck on my balls, pause, I

had enough (I ain’t sorry)

I ain't thinking 'bout

you

I ain't thinking 'bout

Bridge 1

Middle fingers up,

put them hands high

Wave it in his face,

tell him, boy, bye (sorry)

Tell him, boy, bye (

sorry), boy, bye

Middle fingers up, I ain't thinking 'bout you

Hook 2

(Sorry) I ain't sorry

(You) I ain't sorry

I ain't thinking 'bout you

(Sorry) I ain't sorry

I ain't sorry

No no, hell nah

Verse 2

Now you want to say you're

sorry

Now you want to call me

crying

Now you gotta see me

wilding

Now I'm the one that's

lying

And I don't feel bad a

bout it

It's exactly what

you get

Stop interrupting my

grinding

I ain't thinking 'bout you

Hook 3

(Sorry) I ain't

sorry

I ain't thinking 'bout

you

I ain't thinking 'bout you

(Sorry) I ain't

sorry

I ain't thinking 'bout

you

I ain't thinking 'bout you

Bridge 2

Middle fingers up,

put them hands high

Wave it in his face,

tell him, boy, bye (bye)

Tell him, boy, bye (

bye), boy, bye (bye)

Middle fingers up, I ain't thinking 'bout you

Hook 4

(Sorry) I ain't sorry

I ain't sorry

Nigga, nah

(Sorry) I ain't sorry

I ain't sorry

No no, hell nah

Verse 3

Looking at my

watch, he shoulda been home

Today I regret the

night I put that ring on

He always got them

fucking excuses

I pray to the Lord you re

veal what his truth is

Outro

I left a note in the hallway

By the time you read it, I'll be far away

I'm far away

But I ain't fucking with nobody

Let's have a toast to the good life

Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eyes

Me and my baby, we gon' be alright

We gon' live a good life

Big homie better grow up

Me and my whoadies 'bout to stroll up

I see them boppers in the corner

They

sneaking out the back door

He only want me when I'm not there

He better call Becky with the good hair

N.C.

He better call Becky with the good hair