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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 them niggas
Throw a party everyday, nigga, that's an day, nigga
Bad bitch in mi casa, no mi 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 turn into a
Then shoot my bitch behind orange juice and
Uzi clip, I need uzi clip, I shoot to kill
pussy niggas shooting bricks
I'm too for real, head just a souvenir
She wanna get it off her chest, but her too big
I'm bumping 5 on a iPod
My bitch mad as hell 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"
I asked her do she go both ways
She say "they do say is a two way street"
I said "oooh", talk dirty, talk dirty, dirty, talk to me
Treat that girl like cuisine, she gon' wanna scenes
Put my in museum, I'm gon' die on my feet
Never knees in the dirt, never on my knees
I'm serving these fiends
birds to the bees, I sell birds to the trees
Tune, I heard you don't sleep, I'm 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 disease, I'm allergic to me
Been a turd on these since my curtains was sheets
Chef on these beats, I'm 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 when I screech, trigga smart, street smart
I'm a nerd, I'm a geek, I'm absurd, I'm
Did my in Cash Money, time served and released
But this 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, 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, trunk, now stand under me, catch 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 watch the moon
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 and shit
up here everybody look the puniest
The coke got her all exuberant, she doing lines like a movie script But are true events, lord
kill a nigga 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, niggas softer then nylon
So keep my out your mouth, I hope it taste like cayenne
up at the skyline
I'm to my fucking self, you only live twice, slime
And motherfuck you if you crime
I'm from a place where the high crime like Iran
We put yo ass on Nightline. I'm on the grass a python
These niggas looking at me, these niggas at me sideways
because they on the sideline, but they never try mine
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 shit you the shit
And we know Tha 5 the shit, woah"