Sorry, I ain't sorry Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't sorry, nigga, nah Sorry, I ain't sorry Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't sorry He tryin' to roll me up (I ain't sorry) I ain't picking up (I ain't sorry) Headed to this club (I ain't sorry) I ain't thinking 'bout you (I ain't sorry) Me and my ladies sip my D'USSÉ cups (sorry, I ain't sorry) I don't give a fuck, chucking my deuces up Suck on my balls, pause, I had enough (sorry, I ain't sorry) I ain't thinking 'bout you I ain't thinking 'bout Middle fingers up, put them hands high Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye (sorry, I ain't sorry) Tell him, boy, bye, boy, bye, middle fingers up I ain't thinking 'bout you Sorry, I ain't sorry (you) Sorry, I ain't sorry (you) I ain't sorry, nigga, nah I ain't thinking 'bout you Sorry, I ain't sorry Sorry, I ain't sorry, I ain't sorry No, no, hell nah Now you want to say you're sorry Now you want to call me crying Now you oughta see me wilding Now I'm the one that's lying And I don't feel bad about it It's exactly what you get Stop interrupting my grinding (you're interrupting my grinding) I ain't thinking 'bout you (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 Middle fingers up, put them hands high Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye (bye) (sorry, I ain't sorry) Tell him, boy, bye (bye), boy, bye (bye) Middle fingers up, I ain't thinking 'bout you Sorry, I ain't sorry Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't sorry, nigga, nah Sorry, I ain't sorry Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't sorry No, no, hell nah 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 Lord you reveal what His truth is 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 He better call Becky with the good hair
Sorry, I ain't sorry Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't sorry, nigga, nah Sorry, I ain't sorry Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't sorry He tryin' to roll me up (I ain't sorry) I ain't picking up (I ain't sorry) Headed to this club (I ain't sorry) I ain't thinking 'bout you (I ain't sorry) Me and my ladies sip my D'USSÉ cups (sorry, I ain't sorry) I don't give a fuck, chucking my deuces up Suck on my balls, pause, I had enough (sorry, I ain't sorry) I ain't thinking 'bout you I ain't thinking 'bout Middle fingers up, put them hands high Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye (sorry, I ain't sorry) Tell him, boy, bye, boy, bye, middle fingers up I ain't thinking 'bout you Sorry, I ain't sorry (you) Sorry, I ain't sorry (you) I ain't sorry, nigga, nah I ain't thinking 'bout you Sorry, I ain't sorry Sorry, I ain't sorry, I ain't sorry No, no, hell nah Now you want to say you're sorry Now you want to call me crying Now you oughta see me wilding Now I'm the one that's lying And I don't feel bad about it It's exactly what you get Stop interrupting my grinding (you're interrupting my grinding) I ain't thinking 'bout you (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 Middle fingers up, put them hands high Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye (bye) (sorry, I ain't sorry) Tell him, boy, bye (bye), boy, bye (bye) Middle fingers up, I ain't thinking 'bout you Sorry, I ain't sorry Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't sorry, nigga, nah Sorry, I ain't sorry Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't sorry No, no, hell nah 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 Lord you reveal what His truth is 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 He better call Becky with the good hair
O produtor Sean "Melo-X" baseou a composição em influências do dancehall, gênero presente em sua cultura jamaicana, e a ideia inicial era simples: teclas legais, padrões de bateria e ideias vocais desenvolvidas no verão de 2015.
A linha "Becky with the good hair" gerou especulações massivas sobre a identidade da amante citada, o que acabou impulsionando a divulgação do álbum *Lemonade*.
O clipe da música faz parte de um filme homônimo de uma hora que estreou na HBO em 23 de abril de 2016 e contam com a participação da tenista Serena Williams, cujas coreografias foram destacadas pelos críticos como o ponto alto do vídeo.
A faixa estreou na 11ª posição da parada Billboard Hot 100 dos EUA, marcando a segunda maior estreia da carreira de Beyoncé naquela lista.
Jon Pareles, do The New York Times, apontou que muitas das acusações nas letras eram direcionadas especificamente ao marido de Beyoncé, Jay Z, incluindo a referência ao apelido "Big homie" usado em "Crazy in Love" (2003).
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