Luyện nghe bài hát Sh!t (Remix)

I'm so sorry, so
This, that Sorry 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 dada thahehahehahehahya

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Tunechi, bitch, on my shit, I'm too legit
I on a crucifix, I wake up crank and turn into a lunatic
Then my bitch behind orange juice and grits
Uzi clip, I another uzi clip, I shoot to kill
These pussy niggas bricks, I'm too for real
Your head 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 said soon as these niggas hear your new
They going have to give they back
I "you too crazy", she said "you too humble"
I "you too bae", she said "you too sweet"
Then I asked her do she go 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 dick in museum, I'm die on my feet
Never knees in the dirt, never dirt on my
I'm just serving fiends
Sell birds to the bees, I birds to the trees
Tune, I heard you sleep, I'm allergic to dreams
I don't twerk, but I for that purple, that pink
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 streets since my curtains was sheets
Chef on beats, I'm just stirring the grease
That you in love with, she working for me
I get you murdered this week
Like that blunt between my too 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 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, shit is so yesterweek
I'm just focused, on my expertise
like "Tunechi, you good," I'm like "bob yessiree"
Now don't, I mean don't, question me, let me breathe
Dog, big dog, I cock back and at ya flees
Money long, tree trunk, now stand under me, catch leaves
I guarantee no guarantees, but what you heard
You a dead
Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi, bitch
I fuck her on my balcony, we watch the moon
We doing usual shit, she need lube for this
Cause' I'mma 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 like a movie script But these are true events,
I'll 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
niggas softer than, these niggas softer then nylon
So keep my name out 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 fight
I'm from a where the high crime rate like Iran
We put yo ass on nightline, I'm on the grass like a
niggas looking at me, these niggas looking at me sideways
That's because on the sideline, but they never try mine
Spittin' like I'm sipping cyanide while my sip on mai tai
But she fine, and I'm so sorry, she said "don't be sorry"
Then she said "don't apologize for cause' you the shit
And we Tha Carter 5 the shit, woah"