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I'm so sorry, so
This, that 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 go doom dada thahehahehahehahya

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Tunechi, bitch, on my shit, I'm too legit
I sleep on a
I up crank and turn into a lunatic
shoot my bitch behind orange juice and grits
Uzi clip, I need another uzi clip, I shoot to
These pussy 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 5 on a iPod
My bitch mad as hell it ain't out yet
She soon as these niggas hear your new shit
They going have to give styles back
I "you too cray", she said "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
that girl like cuisine, she gon' wanna shoot scenes
Put my in museum, I'm gon' die on my feet
Never knees in the dirt, never dirt on my
I'm just serving these
Sell birds to the bees, I sell birds to the
Tune, I heard you don't sleep, I'm allergic to
I don't twerk, but I tweak for purple, that pink
Yeah, you see I'm saying like you heard what you see
I'm a disease, I'm allergic to me
Been a turd on streets since my curtains was sheets
on these beats, I'm just stirring the grease
That bitch you in with, she working for me
I get you murdered this week
Like that blunt my too fingers I'm at peace, word
I smirk when I screech, trigga smart, 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, question 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 you heard
You a dead
Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi, bitch
I fuck her on my balcony, we watch the eclipse
We do shit, she gonna need lube for this
Cause' I'mma it in her maximus gluteus
We at the top of the world, she like the and shit
From up here 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 right now, I'll put a 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 keep my name out your mouth, I it taste like cayenne
Looking up at the
I'm thinking to my fucking self, you only twice, slime
And motherfuck you if you fight
I'm from a place where the high crime rate Iran
We put yo ass on Nightline. I'm on the like a python
niggas looking at me, these niggas looking at me sideways
That's because on the sideline, but they 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 Tha Carter 5 the shit, woah"