Beyonce - Sorry

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Hook Verse Bridge Outro
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G xx003x D xx023x G 35543x
D xx023x A xx222x F#m 24422x
 
 
N.C. = No chords
 
 
[Hook 1]
 
G(Sorry) I ain't sorry
D(Sorry) I ain't sorry
G I ain't sorry
D Nigga, nah
G(Sorry) I ain't sorry
D(Sorry) I ain't sorry
G I ain't sorry
D
 
 
[Verse 1]
D He trying to roll me up (I ain’t sorry)
A D I ain't picking up (I ain’t sorry)
A D Headed to the club (I ain’t sorry)
A D I ain't thinking 'bout you (I ain’t sorry)
A G Me and my ladies sip my D'usse cup (I ain’t sorry)
D G I don't give a fuck, chucking my deuces up
D G Suck on my balls, pause, I had enough (I ain’t sorry)
D G I ain't thinking 'bout you
D I ain't thinking 'bout
 
 
[Bridge 1]
 
D A Middle fingers up, put them hands high
D A Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye (sorry)
D A Tell him, boy, bye (sorry), boy, bye
D N.C.
Middle fingers up, I ain't thinking 'bout you
 
 
[Hook 2]
 
G(Sorry) I ain't sorry
D(Sorry) I ain't sorry
G(You) I ain't sorry
D I ain't thinking 'bout you
G(Sorry) I ain't sorry
D(Sorry) I ain't sorry
G I ain't sorry
D No no, hell nah
 
 
[Verse 2]
D A Now you want to say you're sorry
DNow you want to call me crying
ANow you gotta see me wilding
DNow I'm the one that's lying
AAnd I don't feel bad about it
DIt's exactly what you get
AStop interrupting my grinding
 
I ain't thinking 'bout you
 
 
[Hook 3]
 
G D(Sorry) I ain't sorry
G I ain't thinking 'bout you
D I ain't thinking 'bout you
G D(Sorry) I ain't sorry
G I ain't thinking 'bout you
D I ain't thinking 'bout you
 
 
[Bridge 2]
 
D A Middle fingers up, put them hands high
D A Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye (bye)
D A Tell him, boy, bye (bye), boy, bye (bye)
D N.C.
Middle fingers up, I ain't thinking 'bout you
 
 
[Hook 4]
 
G(Sorry) I ain't sorry
D(Sorry) I ain't sorry
G I ain't sorry
D Nigga, nah
G(Sorry) I ain't sorry
D(Sorry) I ain't sorry
G I ain't sorry
D No no, hell nah
 
 
[Verse 3]
 
D A Looking at my watch, he shoulda been home
D A Today I regret the night I put that ring on
D A He always got them fucking excuses
D A I pray to the Lord you reveal what his truth is
 
 
[Outro]
 
G I left a note in the hallway
F#m By the time you read it, I'll be far away
G I'm far away
F#m But I ain't fucking with nobody
G Let's have a toast to the good life
F#m Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eyes
G Me and my baby, we gon' be alright
F#mWe gon' live a good life
G Big homie better grow up
F#m Me and my whoadies 'bout to stroll up
G I see them boppers in the corner
F#mThey sneaking out the back door
G He only want me when I'm not there
F#m G He better call Becky with the good hair
N.C.
He better call Becky with the good hair
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