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She live in Fort Lauderdale and I'm closer to Beach
I told her to come over, she said, "okay, fall asleep"
She say she can be my housewife and my house clean
I said shut the up, put this dick back in your mouth please
I donât see nothing wrong with mouth and lip service
Tunechi in this bitch, I'm tighter a pinched nerve, bitch
I didn't answer my phone, I I couldn't get service
My new nina just told me she sick of being a virgin
up the work for an hour, fingers hurting
Let my bitches help me, before they leave I check they
for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance
Got me movin' weight, prostitution, and verses
Whippin' in this kitchen, in the trap with my shirt off
I'mma get these millions and I put that on my born
Got that old Juvie bumpin', bout the third ward
The da was a dick and the judge was a off
Got a bad bitch by the curb and like a
Let her drank too much, now her taste like Smirnoff
Sleepin' on chinchilla, boy, I'm like a fur ball
Fuck the side nigga we could have a turf war
Sorry for the wait I had to drop part two and shit
to let you know that a nigga still doin' it
Workin' like a slave on my Roots part two
Gotta let 'em that Lil Tunechi is still Tunechi, bitch
Bop bop bop
with me wrong, get the hammer
Thank God I'm home from the slammer, was for the hammer
Stompin' the yard like a gamma, niggas was bananas
I'm calm like a camel, I'm that strong like a camel
I bet my life when we
Y'all shippin' keys, we shippin' pianos
I'm in that Lam Diablo, pew like
I'm gone, two fingers up, bitch, I'm
forever; Jerry Jones
I gotta hustle, keepin' my destiny
Like the of Deréon
This that I'm on is private, my very own
So no checkin' my
She sent the picture naked, I it's on
But she live in Fort Lauderdale and I'm closer to south
I told her to come over she "Ok don't fall asleep"
She say she can be my housewife and my house clean
I say the fuck up and put this dick back in your mouth please
I don't see nothin' wrong some mouth and lip service
Tunechi motherfucker tighter a pinch nerve, bitch
I didn't answer my phone, said I couldn't get
My new just told me that she sick of bein' a virgin
Now I don't get excited nigga, I just get
I don't get to these bitches pity parties
I don't do even though a nigga got it
Countin' all this money, I feel I got arthritis
Beggin' up the for a hour, fingers hurtin'
Let my bitches help me, 'fore leave I check their purses
for the wait, the confusion of disturbance
Got me movin' weight, and these verses
Whippin in the kitchen in the trap house with my off
I'm gon' get millions and I put that on my first born
Got that old bumpin', talkin' 'bout the third ward
The da was a dick and the judge was a off
We yellin' suwoop, suwoop,
Yeah, you us yellin', suwoop, suwoop, suwoop
gang, nigga
And the Sorry 4 the Wait 2
And I'm so sorry for the too
Sorry for the wait, I had to drop part two and shit
Just to let you know that a nigga still it
Workin' like a slave, talking part two and shit
Sorry for the wait, Lil still Tunechi, bitch