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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 them niggas
a party everyday, nigga, that's an ordinary day, nigga
Bad bitch in mi casa, no mi casa su
My choppa go dada thahehahehahehahya

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Tunechi, bitch, on my Future shit, I'm too
I sleep on a
I wake up and turn into a lunatic
Then shoot my bitch behind orange juice and
Uzi clip, I need another uzi clip, I to kill
These niggas 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 mad as hell cause' it ain't out yet
She soon as these niggas hear your new shit
They have to give they styles back
I said "you too cray", she "you too humble"
I said "you too, bae", she "you too sweet"
Then I her do she go both ways
She say "they do say is a two way street"
I said "oooh", talk dirty, 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 knees in the dirt, dirt on my knees
I'm just serving fiends
Sell birds to the bees, I sell to the trees
Tune, I heard you don't sleep, I'm allergic to
I don't twerk, but I tweak for that purple, pink
Yeah, you see what I'm like you heard what you see
I'm a disease, I'm allergic to me
Been a turd on these streets my curtains was sheets
Chef on these beats, I'm just the grease
That bitch you in with, she working for me
I get you murdered this week
Like that blunt between my too fingers I'm at peace,
I smirk I screech, trigga smart, street smart
I'm a nerd, I'm a geek, I'm absurd, I'm
Did my time in Money, time served and released
But agent ain't free, word, that's the word on these streets
But that shit is old news, shit is so yesterweek
I'm focused, 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 at ya fleas
Money long, trunk, now stand under me, catch these leaves
I no guarantees, but repeat 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 lube for this
I'mma stick it in her maximus gluteus
We at the top of the world, she like the view and
From up here look the puniest
The coke got her all exuberant, she doing like 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 in his body like socks
These niggas softer than, niggas softer 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 only live twice,
And you if you fight crime
I'm from a place where the high crime rate like
We put yo ass on Nightline. I'm on the like a python
These niggas looking at me, these niggas at me sideways
That's because they on the sideline, but never try mine
Spittin' I'm sipping cyanide while my bitch sip on mai tai
But she fine, and I'm so sorry, she said "don't be sorry"
Then she "don't apologize for shit cause you the shit
And we know Tha 5 the shit, woah"