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I'm so sorry, so
This, this Sorry 4 The Wait 2, and I'm so sorry

Sorry 4 The Wait, nigga, Glock 40 for them fake
Throw a party everyday, nigga, an ordinary day, nigga
Bad in mi casa, no mi casa su casa
My go doom 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 a lunatic
Then shoot my bitch behind orange juice and
Uzi clip, I need another uzi clip, I shoot to
These niggas shooting bricks
I'm too for real, your head just a
She wanna get it off her chest, but her too big
I'm bumping Carter 5 on a
My mad as hell cause' it ain't out yet
She said soon as these niggas hear your new
They going have to give they styles
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 "oooh", talk dirty, talk dirty, dirty, talk dirty to me
Treat that girl like cuisine, she gon' 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
birds to the bees, I sell birds to the trees
Tune, I you don't sleep, I'm allergic to dreams
I twerk, but I tweak for that purple, that pink
Yeah, you see what I'm saying you heard what you see
I'm a verbal disease, I'm to me
a turd on these streets since my curtains was sheets
Chef on these beats, I'm just stirring the
bitch 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, street
I'm a nerd, I'm a geek, I'm absurd, I'm
Did my time in Cash Money, served and released
But agent ain't free, word, that's the word on these streets
But shit is old news, that shit is so yesterweek
I'm focused, focused on my expertise
like "Tunechi, you good?" I'm like "Bob, yessiree"
Now don't, I don't, don't question me, let me breathe
Dog, big dog, I back and shoot at ya fleas
Money long, tree trunk, now stand under me, catch leaves
I guarantee no guarantees, but repeat you heard
You a parakeet
Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi, bitch
I fuck her on my balcony, we watch the eclipse
We do shit, she gonna need lube for this
Cause' I'mma it in her maximus gluteus
We at the top of the world, she the view and shit
From up here everybody look the
The coke got her all exuberant, she doing lines 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 with holes in his body like
These softer than, these niggas softer then nylon
So keep my name out your mouth, I it taste like cayenne
up at the skyline
I'm thinking to my fucking self, you only twice, slime
And motherfuck you if you fight
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 niggas looking at me, these looking at me sideways
That's because they on the sideline, but they never try
Spittin' like I'm sipping cyanide while my 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 know Tha 5 the shit, woah"