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

Sorry 4 The Wait, nigga, 40 for them fake niggas
Throw a party everyday, nigga, an ordinary day, nigga
Bad bitch in mi casa, no mi casa su
My choppa go doom dada

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Tunechi, bitch, on my shit, I'm too legit
I sleep on a
I up crank and turn into a lunatic
Then my bitch behind orange juice and grits
Uzi clip, I need uzi clip, I shoot to kill
pussy niggas shooting bricks
I'm too for real, your head 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 cause' it out yet
She said soon as these niggas hear your new
going have to give 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 "oooh", talk dirty, talk dirty, dirty, talk dirty to me
Treat that girl like cuisine, she gon' wanna scenes
Put my in museum, I'm gon' die on my feet
knees in the dirt, never dirt on my knees
I'm just serving fiends
Sell birds to the bees, I sell birds to the
Tune, I heard you sleep, I'm allergic to dreams
I don't twerk, but I for that purple, that pink
Yeah, you see I'm saying 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 blunt between my too fingers I'm at peace, word
I smirk when I screech, trigga smart, street
I'm a nerd, I'm a geek, I'm absurd, I'm
Did my time in Cash Money, time served and
But this ain't free, word, that's the word on these streets
But that shit is old news, that is so yesterweek
I'm focused, focused on my expertise
They like "Tunechi, you good?" I'm "Bob, yessiree"
Now don't, I mean don't, don't me, let me breathe
Dog, big dog, I back and shoot at ya fleas
long, tree trunk, now stand under me, catch these leaves
I guarantee no guarantees, but repeat you heard
You a dead
It's Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi,
I fuck her on my balcony, we the moon eclipse
We do unusual shit, she gonna need for this
I'mma stick it in her maximus gluteus
We at the top of the world, she like the view and
From up here look the puniest
The coke got her all exuberant, she doing lines like a movie script But these are 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 like
These niggas softer than, these niggas softer then
So my name out your mouth, I hope it taste like cayenne
Looking up at the
I'm thinking to my fucking self, you only live twice,
And you if you fight crime
I'm from a place where the high crime rate like
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 because they on the sideline, but never try mine
Spittin' like I'm sipping cyanide my bitch sip on mai tai
But she fine, and I'm so sorry, she said "don't be sorry"
Then she said "don't apologize for shit you the shit
And we Tha Carter 5 the shit, woah"