Rick Ros - Sory (Audio) ft. Chris Brown

Conversation, she lick every tattoo that's on my face

We at the crib, she got her legs wrapped around my waist

Diamond digits, six figures on my shorty nugget

I'm just a typical ordinary nigga

Every day the diamonds on you get bigger and bigger

Mill and Cash on the gram, they trending meat chong

Like a thug, I just wanna fuck on it, that's every day

Read about it Vegas, I made this with Merc

Oh, girl after girl, mistake after mistake

But I know that I can't change for you

Temporary separations, confessing my mistakes

Every picture that you post we comment for this one

Take you shopping, baby boy ain't no salary caps

Boss, the red bottom's got you walking funny

Breezy Nicollette

But I don't think I can handle her pain

My worst nightmare went right in my back, I wish I could wake up

Send the bottles to her table then made love on the jet

Temporary thrills, all these women you think I told you

My feelings genuine, disregard what you see on blogs

I been a boss before I ever recorded Meek song

She packed her bags and left me home and I'm still hurt

You knew shit, but she can't tell me that it's real first

A lot of lies apologised, the thirst real

When she hit this thinking to herself, "Damn this verse real"