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

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Tunechi, bitch, on my shit, I'm too legit
I sleep on a
I wake up crank and into a lunatic
Then shoot my bitch orange juice and grits
Uzi clip, I need another uzi clip, I shoot to
pussy niggas shooting bricks
I'm too for real, your head just a
She wanna get it off her chest, but her too big
I'm bumping 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 "oooh", talk dirty, talk dirty, dirty, talk dirty to me
Treat that like cuisine, she gon' wanna shoot scenes
Put my dick in museum, I'm die on my feet
knees in the dirt, never dirt on my knees
I'm just serving these
Sell birds to the bees, I sell to the trees
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 verbal disease, I'm to me
Been a turd on these streets since my was sheets
Chef on beats, I'm just stirring the grease
That bitch you in love with, she for me
I get you murdered this week
Like that blunt 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 Cash Money, served and released
But agent ain't free, word, that's the word on these streets
But that shit is old news, shit is so yesterweek
I'm just focused, focused on my
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, these leaves
I guarantee no guarantees, but repeat what you
You a parakeet
It's Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi,
I her on my balcony, we watch the moon eclipse
We do unusual shit, she gonna need for this
I'mma stick it in her maximus 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 a nigga right now, I'll put a nigga lights out
put his body in a ice box with holes in his body like 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 thinking to my fucking self, you only twice, slime
And motherfuck you if you crime
I'm a place where the high crime rate like Iran
We put yo ass on Nightline. I'm on the grass like a
These niggas looking at me, these niggas at me sideways
because they on the sideline, but they never try mine
Spittin' like I'm sipping while my bitch sip on mai tai
But she fine, and I'm so sorry, she said "don't be sorry"
she said "don't apologize for shit cause you the shit
And we know Tha 5 the shit, woah"