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, Glock 40 for them niggas
Throw a party everyday, nigga, an ordinary day, nigga
Bad bitch in mi casa, no mi su casa
My choppa go doom dada

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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 shoot my bitch behind juice and grits
Uzi clip, I need uzi clip, I shoot to kill
pussy niggas shooting bricks, I'm too for real
Your just a souvenir
She get it off her chest, but her boobs too big
I'm Carter 5 on a iPod
My bitch mad as 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 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, 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 these fiends
birds to the bees, I sell birds to the trees
Tune, I heard you don't sleep, I'm 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 bitch you in love with, she for me
I get you murdered this week
Like that blunt between my too fingers I'm at peace,
I when I screech, trigga smart, street smart
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 just focused, focused on my
They like "Tunechi, you good," I'm "bob yessiree"
Now don't, I mean don't, question me, let me breathe
Dog, big dog, I cock back and at ya flees
long, tree trunk, now stand under me, catch these leaves
I guarantee no guarantees, but what you heard
You a parakeet
Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi, bitch
I fuck her on my balcony, we the moon eclipse
We doing shit, she gonna need lube for this
Cause' stick it in her maximus gluteus
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 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 holes in his body socks
These niggas softer than, these niggas then nylon
So keep my out your mouth, I hope 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 like
We put yo ass on nightline, I'm on the grass like a
These looking at me, these niggas looking at me sideways
That's they on the sideline, but they never 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"
Then she said "don't apologize for shit cause' you the
And we Tha Carter 5 the shit, woah"