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

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Tunechi, bitch, on my shit, I'm too legit
I on a crucifix
I up crank and turn into a lunatic
Then shoot my bitch behind juice and grits
Uzi clip, I another uzi clip, I shoot to kill
pussy niggas shooting bricks
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 hear your new
They going have to give they styles
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", talk dirty, dirty, dirty, talk dirty to me
Treat girl like cuisine, she gon' wanna shoot scenes
Put my dick in museum, I'm die on my feet
Never knees in the dirt, never dirt on my
I'm just these fiends
Sell birds to the bees, I sell birds to the
Tune, I heard you sleep, I'm allergic to dreams
I don't twerk, but I for that purple, that pink
Yeah, you see what I'm like you heard what you see
I'm a verbal disease, I'm to me
Been a turd on these streets since my curtains was
on these beats, I'm just stirring the grease
That bitch you in love with, she for me
I personally get you murdered week
Like that blunt between my too I'm at peace, word
I smirk when I screech, trigga smart, street
I'm a nerd, I'm a geek, I'm absurd, I'm
Did my time in Cash Money, served and released
But this agent free, word, that's the word on these streets
But shit is old news, that shit is so yesterweek
I'm just focused, on my expertise
like "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 back and shoot at ya fleas
long, tree trunk, now stand under me, catch these leaves
I no guarantees, but repeat what you heard
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 stick it in her gluteus
We at the top of the world, she the view and shit
From up here everybody look the
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 body in a ice box with holes in his body socks
These softer than, these niggas softer then nylon
So keep my name out your mouth, I hope it taste cayenne
Looking up at the
I'm to my fucking self, you only live twice, slime
And motherfuck you if you crime
I'm from a place where the high crime like Iran
We put yo ass on Nightline. I'm on the like a python
These niggas looking at me, these niggas at me sideways
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"
she said "don't apologize for shit cause you the shit
And we know Tha 5 the shit, woah"