Luyện nghe bài hát Sh!t (Remix)

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

Sorry 4 The Wait, nigga, 40 for them fake niggas
Throw a party everyday, nigga, that's an day, nigga
Bad bitch in mi casa, no mi su casa
My choppa go dada thahehahehahehahya

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Tunechi, bitch, on my future shit, I'm too
I sleep on a crucifix, I wake up and turn into a lunatic
Then my bitch behind orange juice and grits
Uzi clip, I need another uzi clip, I shoot to
pussy niggas shooting bricks, I'm too for real
Your head a souvenir
She get it off her chest, but her boobs too big
I'm bumping Carter 5 on a
My bitch mad as hell it ain't out yet
She said soon as these hear your new shit
They going to give they styles back
I "you too crazy", she said "you too humble"
I said "you too bae", she "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' wanna shoot
Put my in museum, I'm gon' die on my feet
Never knees in the dirt, never dirt on my
I'm just these fiends
Sell to the bees, I sell birds to the trees
Tune, I you don't sleep, I'm allergic to dreams
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 on these streets since my curtains was sheets
on these beats, I'm just stirring the grease
That you in love with, she working for me
I personally get you murdered this
Like that between my too fingers I'm at peace, word
I when 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 ain't free, word, that's the word on these streets
But that shit is old news, that shit is so
I'm just focused, focused on my
They like "Tunechi, you good," I'm "bob yessiree"
Now don't, I don't, don't question me, let me breathe
Dog, big dog, I cock and shoot at ya flees
Money long, tree trunk, now stand under me, these leaves
I guarantee no guarantees, but what you heard
You a parakeet
It's Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi,
I her on my balcony, we watch the moon eclipse
We doing usual shit, she gonna lube for this
Cause' I'mma stick it in her gluteus
We at the top of the world, she like the view and
From up here everybody 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, put a nigga lights out
Then put his body in a ice box with holes in his like socks
These niggas softer than, niggas softer then nylon
So keep my name out mouth, I hope it taste like cayenne
Looking up at the
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 like a
These niggas looking at me, these niggas at me sideways
That's because they on the sideline, but they try mine
Spittin' like I'm sipping while my bitch sip on mai tai
But she wine fine, and I'm so sorry, she "don't be sorry"
she said "don't apologize for shit cause' you the shit
And we Tha Carter 5 the shit, woah"