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She live in Fort and I'm closer to South Beach
I her to come over, she said, "okay, don't fall asleep"
She say she can be my housewife and my house clean
I said shut the fuck up, put this dick back in your please
I donât see nothing wrong some mouth and lip service
Tunechi in bitch, I'm tighter than a pinched nerve, bitch
I answer my phone, I said I couldn't get service
My new nina just told me that she sick of being a
Bagging up the work for an hour, fingers
Let my bitches help me, they leave I check they purses
Sorry for the wait, the confusion, the
Got me weight, prostitution, and these verses
Whippin' in this kitchen, in the trap house my shirt off
I'mma get these millions and I put that on my born
Got that old Juvie bumpin', bout the third ward
The da was a dick and the was a jerk off
Got a bad bitch by the curb and a curveball
Let her drank too much, now her pussy like Smirnoff
Sleepin' on chinchilla, boy, I'm cozy like a fur
Fuck the other side nigga we could a turf war
Sorry for the wait I had to this part two and shit
to let you know that a nigga still doin' it
Workin' like a on my Roots part two shit
Gotta let 'em know Lil Tunechi is still Tunechi, bitch
Bop bop bop
with me wrong, get the hammer
Thank God I'm from the slammer, was gone for the hammer
the yard like a gamma, niggas was goin' bananas
I'm calm like a camel, I'm smokin' that like a camel
I bet my when we gamble
Y'all shippin' keys, we shippin' pianos
I'm in Lam Diablo, pew like ammo
I'm gone, two up, bitch, I'm gone
Rich Jerry Jones
I gotta hustle, my destiny going
Like the of Deréon
This plane that I'm on is private, my own
So no checkin' my
She the picture naked, I said it's on
But she live in Fort Lauderdale and I'm closer to south
I told her to come over she said "Ok fall asleep"
She say she can be my housewife and keep my house
I say the fuck up and put this dick back in your mouth please
I don't see nothin' wrong with some and lip service
Tunechi tighter than a pinch nerve, bitch
I didn't my phone, said I couldn't get service
My new nina just told me that she sick of bein' a
Now I don't get excited nigga, I get exotic
I don't get to these bitches pity parties
I don't do narcotic even a nigga got it
Countin' all money, I feel like I got arthritis
Beggin' up the work for a hour, fingers
Let my bitches help me, 'fore leave I check their purses
for the wait, the confusion of disturbance
Got me movin' weight, prostitution and verses
in the kitchen in the trap house with my shirt off
I'm gon' get these millions and I put on my first born
Got that old Juvie bumpin', talkin' 'bout the third
The da was a dick and the judge was a off
We yellin' suwoop, suwoop,
Yeah, you hear us yellin', suwoop, suwoop,
Blood gang,
And it's the Sorry 4 the 2
And I'm so sorry for the too
Sorry for the wait, I had to drop part two and shit
Just to let you that a nigga still doin' it
Workin' a slave, talking Roots part two and shit
Sorry for the wait, Lil Tunechi Tunechi, bitch