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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
a party everyday, nigga, that's an ordinary day, nigga
Bad in mi casa, no mi casa su casa
My choppa go dada thahehahehahehahya

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Tunechi, bitch, on my Future shit, I'm too
I on a crucifix
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
These niggas shooting bricks
I'm too for real, your head a souvenir
She get it off her chest, but her boobs too big
I'm bumping 5 on a iPod
My bitch mad as cause' it ain't out yet
She said soon as these hear your new shit
They going 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 ways
She say "they do say is a two way street"
I said "oooh", talk dirty, talk dirty, dirty, talk to me
Treat girl like cuisine, she gon' wanna shoot scenes
Put my in museum, I'm gon' die on my feet
Never in the dirt, never dirt on my knees
I'm just serving fiends
Sell to the bees, I sell birds to the trees
Tune, I heard you don't sleep, I'm to dreams
I don't twerk, but I tweak for that purple, pink
Yeah, you see what I'm like you heard what you see
I'm a disease, I'm allergic to me
Been a turd on these streets my curtains was sheets
Chef on these beats, I'm just stirring the
That bitch you in love with, she for me
I get you murdered this week
Like that blunt between my too 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 Cash Money, time and released
But this agent ain't free, word, that's the word on streets
But that is old news, that shit is so yesterweek
I'm just focused, focused on my
They like "Tunechi, you good?" I'm "Bob, yessiree"
Now don't, I mean don't, don't me, let me breathe
Dog, big dog, I cock and shoot at ya fleas
Money long, tree trunk, now stand under me, catch 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 moon
We do unusual shit, she need lube for this
Cause' I'mma stick it in her 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 lines like a movie script But these are true events, lord
I'll kill a nigga now, I'll put a nigga lights out
Then put his body in a ice box holes in his body like socks
These niggas than, these niggas softer then nylon
So my name out your mouth, I hope it taste like cayenne
up at the skyline
I'm thinking to my fucking self, you only twice, slime
And you if you fight crime
I'm from a place where the high crime rate like
We put yo ass on Nightline. I'm on the grass a python
These niggas looking at me, these looking at me sideways
That's they on the sideline, but they never try mine
Spittin' like I'm cyanide while my bitch sip on mai tai
But she fine, and I'm so sorry, she said "don't be sorry"
Then she said "don't apologize for shit cause you the
And we Tha Carter 5 the shit, woah"