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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, Glock 40 for them niggas
Throw a party everyday, nigga, an ordinary day, nigga
Bad in mi casa, no mi casa su casa
My choppa go doom dada

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Tunechi, bitch, on my Future shit, I'm too
I on a crucifix
I wake up crank and into a lunatic
Then shoot my behind orange juice and grits
Uzi clip, I another uzi clip, I shoot to kill
These niggas shooting bricks
I'm too for real, your head just a
She get it off her chest, but her boobs too big
I'm Carter 5 on a iPod
My bitch mad as hell it ain't out yet
She said as these niggas hear your new shit
They going have to they styles back
I said "you too cray", she "you too humble"
I "you too, bae", she said "you too sweet"
Then I asked her do she go ways
She say "they do say is a two way street"
I said "oooh", dirty, talk dirty, dirty, talk dirty to me
that girl like cuisine, she gon' wanna shoot scenes
Put my dick in museum, I'm die on my feet
Never in the dirt, never dirt on my knees
I'm just serving fiends
Sell birds to the bees, I birds to the trees
Tune, I heard you don't sleep, I'm to dreams
I don't twerk, but I for that purple, that pink
Yeah, you see what I'm saying like you heard you see
I'm a verbal disease, I'm to me
Been a turd on these since my curtains was sheets
on these beats, I'm just stirring the grease
That bitch you in with, she working for me
I personally get you murdered week
Like that blunt my too fingers I'm at peace, word
I when 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 agent ain't free, word, that's the word on these streets
But that shit is old news, that shit is so
I'm just focused, on my expertise
They like "Tunechi, you good?" I'm "Bob, yessiree"
Now don't, I mean don't, don't question me, let me
Dog, big dog, I cock and shoot at ya fleas
Money long, tree trunk, now stand me, catch these leaves
I guarantee no guarantees, but repeat what you
You a dead
Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi, bitch
I fuck her on my balcony, we the moon eclipse
We do unusual shit, she gonna lube for this
Cause' I'mma stick it in her gluteus
We at the top of the world, she the view and shit
From up everybody look the puniest
The coke got her all exuberant, she doing lines like a movie script But are true events, lord
I'll kill a nigga right now, I'll put a nigga out
Then put his body in a ice box with holes in his like socks
These niggas softer than, these softer then nylon
So keep my name out your mouth, I hope it like cayenne
Looking up at the
I'm thinking to my self, you only live twice, slime
And motherfuck you if you crime
I'm from a place the high crime rate like Iran
We put yo ass on Nightline. I'm on the grass a python
niggas looking at me, these niggas looking at me sideways
That's because they on the sideline, but they never try
Spittin' like I'm sipping cyanide my bitch sip on mai tai
But she fine, and I'm so sorry, she said "don't be sorry"
Then she said "don't for shit cause you the shit
And we know Tha 5 the shit, woah"