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

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Tunechi, bitch, on my shit, I'm too legit
I sleep on a
I up crank and turn into a lunatic
Then shoot my bitch behind orange juice and
Uzi clip, I need another uzi clip, I shoot to
These pussy niggas bricks
I'm too for real, your head just a
She get it off her chest, but her boobs too big
I'm bumping Carter 5 on a
My mad as hell cause' it ain't out yet
She said soon as niggas hear your new shit
They going have to give they back
I "you too cray", she said "you too humble"
I "you too, bae", she said "you too sweet"
Then I asked her do she go both
She say "they do say is a two way street"
I said "oooh", talk dirty, talk dirty, dirty, dirty to me
Treat girl like cuisine, she gon' wanna shoot scenes
Put my in museum, I'm gon' 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 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 since my curtains was sheets
Chef on beats, I'm just stirring the grease
That you in love with, she working for me
I personally get you murdered this
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, time and released
But agent ain't free, word, that's the word on these streets
But that shit is old news, that 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 back and shoot at ya
Money long, trunk, now stand under me, catch these leaves
I guarantee no guarantees, but repeat you heard
You a parakeet
It's Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi,
I fuck her on my balcony, we watch the 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 the view and shit
From up here everybody the puniest
The coke got her all exuberant, she lines like a movie script But these are true events, lord
I'll kill a right now, I'll put a nigga lights out
Then put his body in a ice box holes in his body like socks
These niggas softer than, these niggas softer nylon
So keep my name out your mouth, I hope it taste cayenne
up at the skyline
I'm thinking to my fucking self, you only live twice,
And motherfuck you if you 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 looking at me sideways
because they on the sideline, but they never try mine
Spittin' like I'm sipping cyanide my bitch sip on mai tai
But she wine fine, and I'm so sorry, she "don't be sorry"
Then she "don't apologize for shit cause you the shit
And we know Tha 5 the shit, woah"