Sing along to Khaid’s new hit ‘SORRY IM NOT SORRY.’ We have the full lyrics and explain the Nigerian Pidgin English and cultural references like ‘Gokada’ and ‘Dangote.’
For fans eager to sing along to every word, here are the full lyrics to Khaid’s latest anthem, “SORRY IM NOT SORRY.” The track is packed with the energetic Nigerian Pidgin English and cultural touchstones that characterize his music, making it a perfect choice for karaoke or simply understanding the vibe. Khaid, born Sulaimon Shekoni Solomon, often uses his lyrics to narrate experiences from his life in Shibiri-Ojo, Lagos, translating street wisdom into catchy melodies. This song continues that tradition, weaving together boasts of future success with commands for present enjoyment.
The lyrics open with a call to action: “Omo put on your dancing shoes.” The term “Omo,” a Yoruba word meaning “child” but used colloquially like “dude” or “man,” immediately sets a familiar, conversational tone. Khaid paints a picture of aspiration with the line “I go carry the big big things when I get money like Dangote,” referencing Aliko Dangote, Africa’s richest person and a universal symbol of wealth in Nigeria. The chorus hinges on the now-signature phrase “Sorry I’m not sorry,” a blunt dismissal of doubters. He follows it with “Deliver like Gokada,” a clever nod to the efficiency of the well-known Nigerian motorcycle delivery service, framing his own work ethic and reliability in a context every local listener understands.
khaid sorry im not sorry
Verses delve into the balance that defines a hustler’s life. “Party for night but I hustle for morning” captures the dual reality of grinding by day and celebrating by night. He namechecks fellow artist Jazzy and expresses a debt to Wande Coal, showing respect for the pioneers who paved the way. Lines like “Stacking my paper and working with sense / Cause sapa e no get no time and place” dismiss the concept of “sapa” (a slang term for extreme poverty or being broke), affirming that financial struggle has no place in his current focus. The bridge, “Commot body commot body / Collect money collect money,” distills the song’s entire philosophy into a simple, chant-ready couplet—move your body and secure your finances. For international fans, understanding these phrases unlocks the song’s depth. Khaid’s artistry lies in this authentic blend, using the language of his environment to create an unapologetic soundtrack for ambition and release. His rise from posting freestyles online to landing a record deal after a direct message from Sydney Talker is a story mirrored in the self-made confidence of these lyrics. This track is built for the club, for the gym, and for anyone needing a burst of motivational, culturally-rich energy.
Produced by Melaya Beatz
12 December 2025
1 song, 2 minutes
℗ 2025 NEVILLE RECORDS
Lyrics
Omo put on your dancing shoes
no dey looku looku bango shey
I go carry the big big things when I get money like Dangote
So collect, your money no dey look Uche face
Yawa go xup if we enter the place
No misbehave
Oya
Just corporate
Cause wahala no dey
Deliver like Gokada
Sorry I’m not sorry
For my raba I go harder
Palava no dey
Deliver like Gokada
Sorry I’m not sorry
Sorry I’m not sorry
Cause I go knack am like gan gan
Shakiti bobo
Dey on steeze and composure
And we go turn up till sun up
If you hold me, I go para o
Para, para, para
Sorry I’m not sorry
Sorry I’m not sorry
I Say make I show you
Why I dey dey my day
Party for night but I hustle for morning
Like Jazzy, I feel like I owe Wande
Too many things wey eyes don see
But e never suffer reach where blind man dey
Stacking my paper and working with sense
Cause sapa e no get no time and place
Commot body commot body
Collect money collect money
Erima e Dey whyne, no touching body
Tell my why I Dey ball Na to kill konji
Uhn uhn
Omo mi no fall
I no chase, l attract, no force
And If you wan buy yawa, e no cost
Cause wahala no dey
Deliver like Gokada
Sorry I’m not sorry
For my raba I go harder
Palava no dey
Deliver like Gokada
Sorry I’m not sorry
Sorry I’m not sorry
Cause I go knack am like gan gan
Shakiti bobo
Dey on steeze and composure
And we go turn up till sun up
If you hold me, I go para o
Para, para, para
Sorry I’m not sorry
Sorry I’m not sorry