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