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I'm so sorry, so
This, this that Sorry 4 The 2, and I'm so sorry

Sorry 4 The Wait, nigga, Glock 40 for fake niggas
Throw a party everyday, nigga, that's an 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 crank and turn 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, your 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 hell it ain't out yet
She said as these niggas hear your new shit
They going to give they 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 cuisine, she gon' wanna shoot scenes
Put my dick in museum, I'm gon' die on my
Never in the dirt, never dirt on my knees
I'm just these fiends
Sell birds to the bees, I birds to the trees
Tune, I heard you sleep, I'm allergic to dreams
I don't twerk, but I tweak for that purple, pink
Yeah, you see what I'm saying like you what you see
I'm a verbal disease, I'm to me
Been a turd on these since my curtains was sheets
Chef on these beats, I'm just the grease
bitch you in love with, she working for me
I get you murdered this week
Like that between 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 Cash Money, time and released
But this agent ain't free, word, the word on these streets
But that shit is old news, shit is so yesterweek
I'm focused, focused on my expertise
They "Tunechi, you good?" I'm like "Bob, yessiree"
Now don't, I don't, don't question me, let me breathe
Dog, big dog, I cock back and at ya fleas
Money long, tree trunk, now stand me, catch these leaves
I no guarantees, but repeat what you heard
You a dead
It's Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi,
I fuck her on my balcony, we the moon eclipse
We do unusual shit, she gonna need for this
Cause' I'mma it in her maximus gluteus
We at the top of the world, she like the view and
From up everybody look the puniest
The coke got her all exuberant, she doing lines like a movie But these are true events, lord
I'll kill a right now, I'll put a nigga lights out
Then put his in a ice box with holes in his body like socks
These niggas softer than, these softer then nylon
So keep my name out mouth, I hope it taste like cayenne
Looking up at the
I'm thinking to my fucking self, you only 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, niggas looking at me sideways
That's because they on the sideline, but they try mine
Spittin' I'm sipping 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 for shit cause you the shit
And we know Tha 5 the shit, woah"