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

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

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Tunechi, bitch, on my shit, I'm too legit
I sleep on a
I wake up crank and turn a lunatic
Then my bitch behind orange juice and grits
Uzi clip, I another uzi clip, I shoot to kill
pussy niggas shooting bricks
I'm too for real, your just a souvenir
She wanna get it off her chest, but her too big
I'm bumping Carter 5 on a
My bitch mad as cause' it ain't out yet
She said soon as niggas hear your new shit
They going have to give they styles
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 "oooh", talk dirty, talk dirty, dirty, talk dirty to me
Treat that like cuisine, she gon' wanna shoot scenes
Put my dick in museum, I'm die on my feet
Never knees in the dirt, never dirt on my
I'm just serving fiends
birds to the bees, I sell birds to the trees
Tune, I heard you sleep, I'm allergic to dreams
I twerk, but I tweak for that purple, that pink
Yeah, you see I'm saying like you heard what you see
I'm a verbal disease, I'm to me
Been a on these streets since my curtains was sheets
Chef on these beats, I'm just the grease
bitch you in love with, she working for me
I personally get you murdered this
Like that blunt my too fingers 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, time and released
But this agent free, word, that's the word on these streets
But that shit is old news, that is so yesterweek
I'm focused, focused on my expertise
They "Tunechi, you good?" I'm like "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 under me, these leaves
I guarantee no guarantees, but repeat what you
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 lube for this
Cause' I'mma stick it in her gluteus
We at the top of the world, she like the and shit
From up here everybody the puniest
The coke got her all exuberant, she doing lines like a movie script But these are events, lord
I'll kill a nigga right now, I'll put a lights out
Then put his body in a ice box with holes in his body socks
niggas softer than, these niggas softer then nylon
So keep my name out your mouth, I hope it taste like
Looking up at the
I'm thinking to my fucking self, you live twice, slime
And motherfuck you if you fight
I'm from a place where the crime rate like Iran
We put yo ass on Nightline. I'm on the grass like a
These niggas looking at me, niggas looking at me sideways
That's because they on the sideline, but they never try
Spittin' like I'm sipping cyanide while my 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"