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

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

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Tunechi, bitch, on my Future shit, I'm too
I on a crucifix
I up crank and turn into a lunatic
Then shoot my bitch behind orange juice and
Uzi clip, I need another uzi clip, I to kill
These pussy niggas bricks
I'm too for real, your head just a
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 these niggas hear new shit
They have to give they styles back
I "you too cray", she said "you too humble"
I said "you too, bae", she "you too sweet"
Then I asked her do she go both
She say "they do say is a two way street"
I said "oooh", dirty, talk dirty, dirty, talk dirty to me
Treat that like cuisine, she gon' wanna shoot scenes
Put my dick in museum, I'm gon' die on my
knees in the dirt, never dirt on my knees
I'm just serving fiends
Sell birds to the bees, I sell birds to the
Tune, I you don't sleep, I'm allergic to dreams
I twerk, but I tweak for that purple, that pink
Yeah, you see what I'm saying you heard what you see
I'm a verbal disease, I'm to me
Been a turd on these streets since my curtains was
Chef on beats, I'm just stirring the grease
That you in love with, she working for me
I personally get you murdered this
that blunt between 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 Money, time served and released
But this agent free, word, that's the word on these streets
But that shit is old news, that shit is so
I'm just focused, focused on my
They "Tunechi, you good?" I'm like "Bob, yessiree"
Now don't, I mean don't, don't me, let me breathe
Dog, big dog, I cock back and at ya fleas
long, tree trunk, now stand under me, catch these leaves
I guarantee no guarantees, but repeat what you
You a parakeet
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 it in her maximus 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 these are events, lord
I'll kill a nigga now, I'll put a nigga lights out
Then put his in a ice box with holes in his body like socks
These softer than, these niggas softer then nylon
So keep my out your mouth, I hope it taste like cayenne
up at the skyline
I'm thinking to my self, you only live twice, slime
And motherfuck you if you crime
I'm a place where the high crime rate like Iran
We put yo ass on Nightline. I'm on the grass like a
These 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 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 Tha Carter 5 the shit, woah"