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

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Tunechi, bitch, on my Future shit, I'm too
I on a crucifix
I wake up crank and turn into a
Then shoot my behind orange juice and grits
Uzi clip, I need another uzi clip, I to kill
These pussy niggas shooting
I'm too for real, your head just a
She wanna get it off her chest, but her too big
I'm Carter 5 on a iPod
My mad as hell cause' it ain't out yet
She said as these niggas hear your new shit
They have to give they styles back
I said "you too cray", she "you too humble"
I said "you too, bae", she "you too sweet"
Then I 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 girl like cuisine, she gon' wanna shoot scenes
Put my dick in museum, I'm die on my feet
Never in the dirt, never dirt on my knees
I'm just these fiends
Sell birds to the bees, I sell birds to the
Tune, I heard you don't sleep, I'm to dreams
I twerk, but I tweak for that purple, that pink
Yeah, you see what I'm saying like you heard you see
I'm a disease, I'm allergic to me
a turd on these streets since my curtains was sheets
Chef on these beats, I'm just the grease
That you in love with, she working for me
I personally get you this week
Like that between my too fingers I'm at peace, word
I when I screech, trigga smart, street 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, on my expertise
They "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 cock back and shoot at ya
Money long, tree trunk, now stand under me, these leaves
I guarantee no guarantees, but 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 need lube for this
Cause' I'mma stick it in her maximus
We at the top of the world, she the view and shit
From up here everybody the puniest
The coke got her all exuberant, she doing lines like a movie But these are true events, lord
I'll kill a nigga right now, I'll put a nigga out
put his body in a ice box with holes in his body like socks
These niggas softer than, these softer then nylon
So keep my name out your mouth, I hope it like cayenne
up at the skyline
I'm thinking to my fucking self, you live twice, slime
And you if you fight crime
I'm from a place where the high crime rate Iran
We put yo ass on Nightline. I'm on the grass like a
These looking at me, these niggas looking at me sideways
That's because they on the sideline, but they never try
Spittin' I'm sipping 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"