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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 fake niggas
Throw a party everyday, nigga, 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 turn into a
Then shoot my bitch behind juice and grits
Uzi clip, I need another uzi clip, I to kill
These pussy shooting bricks
I'm too for real, head 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 hell it ain't out yet
She said soon as niggas hear your new shit
They going have to give styles back
I "you too cray", she said "you too humble"
I said "you too, bae", she "you too sweet"
Then I her do she go both ways
She say "they do say is a two way street"
I said "oooh", talk dirty, talk dirty, dirty, talk to me
Treat that girl like cuisine, she gon' wanna shoot
Put my in museum, I'm gon' die on my feet
knees 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 like you heard 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 the grease
That 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 when I screech, trigga smart, street smart
I'm a nerd, I'm a geek, I'm absurd, I'm
Did my time in Money, time served and released
But this agent ain't free, word, that's the word on these
But that shit is old news, that is so yesterweek
I'm just focused, focused on my
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 me, catch these leaves
I guarantee no guarantees, but repeat what you
You a parakeet
It's Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi,
I fuck her on my balcony, we watch the eclipse
We do unusual shit, she need lube for this
Cause' I'mma it in her maximus gluteus
We at the top of the world, she like the view and
From up here everybody look the
The coke got her all exuberant, she doing lines like a movie script But these are true events,
I'll kill a nigga right now, I'll put a nigga out
Then put his body in a ice box with in his body like socks
These niggas than, these niggas softer then nylon
So keep my name out your mouth, I it taste like cayenne
up at the skyline
I'm thinking to my fucking self, you only twice, slime
And motherfuck you if you crime
I'm from a where the high crime rate like Iran
We put yo ass on Nightline. I'm on the grass like a
These niggas looking at me, these niggas looking at me
That's because they on the sideline, but never try mine
Spittin' like I'm sipping cyanide 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 for shit cause you the shit
And we know Tha 5 the shit, woah"