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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 casa su
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 turn a lunatic
Then my bitch behind orange juice and grits
Uzi clip, I need another uzi clip, I shoot to
These pussy niggas shooting
I'm too for real, your head a souvenir
She wanna get it off her chest, but her too big
I'm Carter 5 on a iPod
My bitch mad as hell cause' it out yet
She said soon as these hear your new shit
They going have to they styles back
I "you too cray", she said "you too humble"
I said "you too, bae", she "you too sweet"
Then I asked her do she go both
She say "they do say is a two way street"
I said "oooh", dirty, talk dirty, dirty, talk dirty to me
that 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 serving these
Sell birds to the bees, I sell to the trees
Tune, I you don't sleep, I'm allergic to dreams
I don't twerk, but I tweak for purple, that pink
Yeah, you see what I'm saying like you heard you see
I'm a verbal disease, I'm to me
Been a turd on these streets since my was sheets
Chef on these beats, I'm just stirring the
That you in love with, she working for me
I get you murdered this week
Like that blunt 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, that's the 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, trunk, now stand under me, catch these leaves
I guarantee no guarantees, but repeat what you
You a dead
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
Cause' stick it in her maximus gluteus
We at the top of the world, she like the and shit
From up here everybody the puniest
The coke got her all exuberant, she doing lines a movie script But these are true events, lord
kill a nigga right now, I'll put a nigga lights out
Then put his body in a ice box with holes in his like socks
These softer than, these niggas softer then nylon
So keep my name out your mouth, I hope it taste like
Looking up at the
I'm thinking to my fucking self, you only live twice,
And motherfuck you if you crime
I'm from a place the high crime rate like 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 on the sideline, but they never try mine
Spittin' like I'm cyanide 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"