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

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

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Tunechi, bitch, on my shit, I'm too legit
I sleep on a
I wake up crank and into a lunatic
Then shoot my bitch behind orange juice and
Uzi clip, I need another uzi clip, I to kill
pussy niggas shooting bricks
I'm too for real, your head a souvenir
She wanna get it off her chest, but her too big
I'm Carter 5 on a iPod
My bitch mad as hell it ain't out yet
She said soon as these niggas hear your new
They going have to give they back
I said "you too cray", she "you too humble"
I said "you too, bae", she "you too sweet"
I asked her do she go both ways
She say "they do say is a two way street"
I said "oooh", dirty, talk dirty, dirty, talk dirty to me
Treat that girl cuisine, she gon' wanna shoot scenes
Put my in museum, I'm gon' die on my feet
Never knees in the dirt, never dirt on my
I'm serving these fiends
Sell birds to the bees, I sell to the trees
Tune, I you don't 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 verbal disease, I'm to me
Been a turd on these streets since my was sheets
Chef on these beats, I'm just stirring the
bitch you in love with, she working for me
I personally get you murdered this
Like that blunt between my too I'm at peace, word
I smirk when I screech, trigga smart, street
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 shit is old news, that shit is so yesterweek
I'm focused, focused on my expertise
They like "Tunechi, you good?" I'm "Bob, yessiree"
Now don't, I mean don't, question me, let me breathe
Dog, big dog, I cock back and at ya fleas
Money long, tree trunk, now stand under me, these leaves
I no guarantees, but repeat what you heard
You a dead
It's Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi,
I her on my balcony, we watch the moon eclipse
We do unusual shit, she gonna need lube for
Cause' I'mma it in her maximus gluteus
We at the top of the world, she the view and shit
From up here look the puniest
The coke got her all exuberant, she doing like a movie script But these are true events, lord
kill a nigga 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 softer then nylon
So keep my name out your mouth, I it taste like cayenne
Looking up at the
I'm thinking to my fucking self, you only twice, slime
And motherfuck you if you fight
I'm from a place where the high crime rate Iran
We put yo ass on Nightline. I'm on the grass like a
These niggas looking at me, these niggas at me sideways
That's because they on the sideline, but never try mine
Spittin' I'm sipping cyanide while my bitch sip on mai tai
But she wine fine, and I'm so sorry, she "don't be sorry"
Then she said "don't apologize for cause you the shit
And we Tha Carter 5 the shit, woah"