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

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

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Tunechi, bitch, on my Future shit, I'm too
I sleep on a
I wake up crank and turn a lunatic
Then shoot my behind orange juice and grits
Uzi clip, I another uzi clip, I shoot to kill
These pussy niggas shooting
I'm too for real, head just a souvenir
She get it off her chest, but her boobs 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 they styles back
I "you too cray", she said "you too humble"
I "you too, bae", she said "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 wanna shoot scenes
Put my dick in museum, I'm die on my feet
Never knees in the dirt, never dirt on my
I'm just these fiends
birds to the bees, I sell birds to the trees
Tune, I heard you don't sleep, I'm allergic to
I don't twerk, but I tweak for that purple, pink
Yeah, you see what I'm saying like you what you see
I'm a verbal disease, I'm to me
Been a turd on streets since my curtains was sheets
Chef on these beats, I'm just the grease
bitch you in love with, she working for me
I personally get you this week
Like that blunt my too fingers I'm at peace, word
I smirk when I screech, 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 this agent ain't free, word, that's the word on streets
But that is old news, that shit is so yesterweek
I'm focused, 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 cock back and at ya fleas
Money long, tree trunk, now stand under me, catch these
I guarantee no guarantees, but repeat you heard
You a parakeet
Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi, bitch
I fuck her on my balcony, we watch the moon
We do unusual shit, she gonna need for this
Cause' stick it in her maximus gluteus
We at the top of the world, she like the and shit
From up here look the puniest
The coke got her all exuberant, she doing lines a movie script But these are true events, lord
I'll 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 keep my name out 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 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 they on the sideline, but they never try mine
Spittin' like I'm cyanide while my bitch sip on mai tai
But she fine, and I'm so sorry, she said "don't be sorry"
Then she "don't apologize for shit cause you the shit
And we Tha Carter 5 the shit, woah"