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

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Tunechi, bitch, on my Future shit, I'm too
I on a crucifix
I wake up and turn into a lunatic
Then shoot my bitch orange juice and grits
Uzi clip, I another uzi clip, I shoot to kill
These pussy niggas shooting
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 cause' it ain't out yet
She said soon as these niggas your new shit
They going have to give styles back
I said "you too cray", she "you too humble"
I "you too, bae", she said "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 like cuisine, she gon' wanna shoot
Put my dick in museum, I'm die on my feet
Never knees in the dirt, dirt on my knees
I'm just these fiends
Sell birds to the bees, I birds 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 heard you see
I'm a disease, I'm allergic to me
Been a turd on streets since my curtains was sheets
Chef on these beats, I'm just stirring the
bitch you in love with, she working for me
I personally get you this week
Like that between my too fingers I'm at peace, word
I smirk when I screech, 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 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, 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 these
I guarantee no guarantees, but what you heard
You a dead
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 stick it in her gluteus
We at the top of the world, she like the view and
up here everybody look the puniest
The coke got her all exuberant, she doing lines like a movie But these are true events, lord
I'll a nigga right now, I'll put a nigga lights out
Then put his body in a ice box with holes in his body socks
These niggas softer than, these softer then nylon
So my name out your mouth, I hope it taste like cayenne
Looking up at the
I'm to my fucking self, you only live twice, slime
And you if you fight 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 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 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 know Tha 5 the shit, woah"