Luyện nghe bài hát Sh!t (Remix)

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

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Tunechi, bitch, on my shit, I'm too legit
I sleep on a crucifix, I wake up crank and into a lunatic
Then my bitch behind orange juice and grits
Uzi clip, I need another uzi clip, I to kill
These pussy niggas shooting bricks, I'm too for
Your head a souvenir
She get it off her chest, but her boobs too big
I'm bumping 5 on a iPod
My mad as hell cause' it ain't out yet
She said soon as these hear your new shit
going have to give they styles 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", dirty, talk dirty, dirty, talk dirty to me
Treat that girl like cuisine, she wanna shoot scenes
Put my dick in museum, I'm gon' die on my
Never in the dirt, never dirt on my knees
I'm just these 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 you heard what you see
I'm a disease, I'm allergic to me
Been a turd on these streets since my curtains was
Chef on these beats, I'm just stirring the
bitch you in love with, she working for me
I personally get you this week
Like that between my too fingers I'm at peace, word
I smirk 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 agent 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 mean don't, question me, let me breathe
Dog, big dog, I cock back and shoot at ya
Money long, tree trunk, now under me, catch these leaves
I no guarantees, but repeat what you heard
You a dead
Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi, bitch
I fuck her on my balcony, we watch the eclipse
We doing usual shit, she gonna need for this
Cause' I'mma stick it in her maximus
We at the top of the world, she the view and shit
From up here look the puniest
The coke got her all exuberant, she doing lines like a 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 holes 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
up at the skyline
I'm thinking to my fucking self, you live twice, slime
And motherfuck you if you crime
I'm from a place where the high crime rate Iran
We put yo ass on nightline, I'm on the grass a python
These 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 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"