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

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Tunechi, bitch, on my Future shit, I'm too
I on a crucifix
I up crank and turn into a lunatic
Then shoot my bitch orange juice and grits
Uzi clip, I need another uzi clip, I to kill
These pussy shooting bricks
I'm too for real, your 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 soon as these niggas hear your new shit
They going have to they styles 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", dirty, talk dirty, dirty, talk dirty to me
Treat that girl like cuisine, she wanna shoot scenes
Put my dick in museum, I'm die on my feet
Never knees in the dirt, dirt on my knees
I'm just these fiends
Sell birds to the bees, I sell birds to the
Tune, I heard you sleep, I'm allergic to dreams
I don't twerk, but I tweak for that purple, that
Yeah, you see what I'm saying like you heard you see
I'm a disease, I'm allergic to me
Been a turd on these streets since my was sheets
on these beats, I'm just stirring the grease
That bitch you in with, she working for me
I personally get you this week
Like that blunt my too fingers I'm at peace, word
I smirk when I screech, trigga smart, street
I'm a nerd, I'm a geek, I'm absurd, I'm
Did my in Cash Money, time served and released
But this agent free, word, that's the word on these streets
But that is old news, that 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 back and shoot at ya fleas
Money long, tree trunk, now stand under me, 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' I'mma it in her maximus gluteus
We at the top of the world, she the view and shit
up here everybody look the puniest
The coke got her all exuberant, she doing like a movie script But these are true events, lord
I'll kill a nigga right now, I'll put a nigga out
Then put his body in a ice box with holes in his body socks
These niggas softer than, these niggas 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 live twice, slime
And you if you fight crime
I'm from a place where the high crime 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 they on the sideline, but they never try mine
like 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 cause you the
And we Tha Carter 5 the shit, woah"