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 fake niggas
Throw a party everyday, nigga, that's an ordinary day,
Bad in mi casa, no mi casa 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 shoot my bitch behind orange and grits
Uzi clip, I need another uzi clip, I shoot to
These pussy niggas shooting bricks, I'm too for
Your head just a
She wanna get it off her chest, but her too big
I'm bumping Carter 5 on a
My mad as hell cause' it ain't out yet
She said as these niggas hear your new shit
They going have to give they styles
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 said "oooh", talk dirty, talk dirty, dirty, 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 these
Sell birds to the bees, I sell birds to the
Tune, I heard you don't sleep, I'm to dreams
I twerk, but I tweak for that purple, that pink
Yeah, you see what I'm like you heard what you see
I'm a verbal disease, I'm to me
a turd on these streets since my curtains was sheets
Chef on these beats, I'm stirring the grease
That bitch you in love with, she for me
I get you murdered this week
Like that blunt my too fingers 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 agent ain't free, word, that's the on these streets
But that shit is old news, that shit is so
I'm just focused, on my expertise
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 back and shoot at ya flees
Money long, tree trunk, now stand under me, these leaves
I guarantee no guarantees, but repeat what you
You a dead
Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi, bitch
I fuck her on my balcony, we the moon eclipse
We usual shit, she gonna need 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 lines like a movie script But these are events, lord
I'll kill a nigga right now, I'll put a lights out
Then put his in a ice box with holes in his body like socks
These niggas softer than, these softer then nylon
So keep my out your mouth, I hope it taste like cayenne
up at the skyline
I'm thinking to my self, you only live twice, slime
And you if you fight crime
I'm from a place where the high rate like Iran
We put yo ass on nightline, I'm on the grass a python
These niggas at me, these niggas looking 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 know Tha 5 the shit, woah"