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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 them niggas
Throw a everyday, nigga, that's an ordinary day, nigga
Bad in mi casa, no mi casa su casa
My choppa go doom dada

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Tunechi, bitch, on my Future shit, I'm too
I sleep on a
I wake up and turn into a lunatic
Then my bitch behind orange juice and grits
Uzi clip, I another uzi clip, I shoot 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 hell 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 "oooh", talk dirty, talk dirty, dirty, talk dirty to me
Treat that girl like cuisine, she gon' wanna shoot
Put my dick in museum, I'm gon' die on my
Never knees in the dirt, dirt on my knees
I'm just serving fiends
birds to the bees, I sell birds to the trees
Tune, I heard you sleep, I'm allergic to dreams
I don't twerk, but I for that purple, that pink
Yeah, you see I'm saying like you heard what you see
I'm a verbal disease, I'm to me
Been a turd on these streets my curtains was sheets
Chef on beats, I'm just stirring the grease
That bitch you in with, she working for me
I personally get you murdered this
Like that blunt between my too 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 in Cash Money, time served and released
But this agent ain't free, word, that's the word on these
But that is old news, that shit is so yesterweek
I'm just focused, on my expertise
They like "Tunechi, you good?" I'm "Bob, yessiree"
Now don't, I mean don't, don't question me, let me
Dog, big dog, I cock back and shoot at ya
Money long, tree trunk, now stand me, catch these leaves
I guarantee no guarantees, but repeat what you
You a dead
Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi, bitch
I her on my balcony, we watch the moon eclipse
We do unusual shit, she gonna need for this
Cause' stick it in her maximus gluteus
We at the top of the world, she like the view and
From up here 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 right now, put a nigga lights out
Then put his body in a ice box with in his body like socks
These niggas softer than, these niggas then nylon
So keep my name out mouth, I hope it taste like cayenne
Looking up at the
I'm thinking to my 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 a python
These niggas looking at me, these niggas looking at me
That's because on the sideline, but they never try mine
Spittin' like I'm cyanide while 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 apologize for cause you the shit
And we Tha Carter 5 the shit, woah"