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

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Tunechi, bitch, on my shit, I'm too legit
I sleep on a
I wake up crank and turn into a
shoot my bitch behind orange juice and grits
Uzi clip, I need another uzi clip, I to kill
These niggas shooting bricks
I'm too for real, head just a souvenir
She wanna get it off her chest, but her 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 have to give styles back
I said "you too cray", she "you too humble"
I "you too, bae", she said "you too sweet"
Then I asked her do she go both
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 in the dirt, never dirt on my knees
I'm just serving fiends
Sell birds to the bees, I 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, that
Yeah, you see what I'm like you heard what you see
I'm a verbal disease, I'm to me
Been a turd on streets since my curtains was sheets
Chef on beats, I'm just stirring the grease
That you in love with, she working for me
I get you murdered this week
Like that between 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 free, word, that's the word on these streets
But that shit is old news, that is so yesterweek
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 back and at ya fleas
Money long, tree trunk, now stand under me, catch these
I no guarantees, but repeat what you heard
You a dead
It's Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi,
I fuck her on my balcony, we watch the eclipse
We do unusual shit, she gonna need 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 lines like a script But these are true events, lord
I'll kill a right now, I'll put a nigga lights out
Then put his in a ice box with holes in his body like socks
niggas softer than, these niggas softer then nylon
So my name out your mouth, I hope it taste like cayenne
Looking up at the
I'm to my fucking self, you only live twice, slime
And you if you fight 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
niggas looking at me, these niggas looking at me sideways
That's because they on the sideline, but they try mine
Spittin' I'm sipping cyanide 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"