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I'm so sorry, so
This, this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2, and I'm so

Sorry 4 The Wait, nigga, 40 for them fake niggas
Throw a party everyday, nigga, that's an day, nigga
Bad bitch in mi casa, no mi su casa
My choppa go dada thahehahehahehahya

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Tunechi, bitch, on my Future shit, I'm too
I on a crucifix
I wake up crank and turn into a
Then my bitch behind orange juice and grits
Uzi clip, I need uzi clip, I shoot to kill
pussy niggas shooting bricks
I'm too for real, your just a souvenir
She get it off her chest, but her boobs too big
I'm Carter 5 on a iPod
My bitch mad as cause' it ain't out yet
She said soon as these hear your new shit
going have to give they styles back
I said "you too cray", she "you too humble"
I "you too, bae", she said "you too sweet"
I asked her do she go both ways
She say "they do say is a two way street"
I "oooh", talk dirty, talk dirty, dirty, talk dirty to me
that girl like cuisine, she gon' wanna shoot scenes
Put my dick in museum, I'm gon' die on my
Never knees in the dirt, never dirt on my
I'm serving these fiends
Sell to the bees, I sell birds to the trees
Tune, I heard you sleep, I'm allergic to dreams
I don't twerk, but I tweak for purple, that pink
Yeah, you see what I'm saying like you what you see
I'm a disease, I'm allergic to me
Been a turd on these streets since my was sheets
Chef on these beats, I'm stirring the grease
bitch you in love with, she working for me
I personally get you murdered week
Like that blunt between my too fingers I'm at peace,
I smirk I screech, trigga smart, street smart
I'm a nerd, I'm a geek, I'm absurd, I'm
Did my time in Cash Money, served and released
But this agent free, word, that's the word on these streets
But that shit is old news, shit is so yesterweek
I'm just focused, on my expertise
like "Tunechi, you good?" I'm like "Bob, yessiree"
Now don't, I don't, don't question me, let me breathe
Dog, big dog, I back and shoot at ya fleas
Money long, tree trunk, now stand under me, these leaves
I guarantee no guarantees, but repeat you heard
You a dead
It's Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi,
I fuck her on my balcony, we watch the moon
We do unusual shit, she need lube for this
Cause' I'mma stick it in her maximus
We at the top of the world, she like the and shit
From up here everybody the puniest
The got her all exuberant, she doing lines like a movie script But these are true events, lord
I'll kill a right now, I'll put a nigga lights out
Then put his body in a ice box with holes in his body like
These niggas softer than, these niggas softer then
So my name out your mouth, I hope it taste like cayenne
up at the skyline
I'm thinking to my fucking self, you live twice, slime
And you if you fight crime
I'm a place where the high crime rate like Iran
We put yo ass on Nightline. I'm on the grass a python
These niggas looking at me, these niggas at me sideways
That's they on the sideline, but they never try mine
Spittin' like I'm cyanide while my bitch sip on mai tai
But she wine fine, and I'm so sorry, she "don't be sorry"
she said "don't apologize for shit cause you the shit
And we know Tha 5 the shit, woah"