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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, an ordinary day, nigga
Bad bitch in mi casa, no mi su casa
My choppa go doom thahehahehahehahya

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Tunechi, bitch, on my Future shit, I'm too
I on a crucifix
I wake up and turn into a lunatic
Then shoot my bitch orange juice and grits
Uzi clip, I need another uzi clip, I shoot to
These pussy shooting bricks
I'm too for real, your just a souvenir
She get it off her chest, but her boobs too big
I'm bumping 5 on a iPod
My mad as hell cause' it ain't out yet
She said soon as these hear your new shit
They going have to give they back
I said "you too cray", she "you too humble"
I said "you too, bae", she "you too sweet"
Then I 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' 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 sleep, I'm allergic to dreams
I twerk, but I tweak for that purple, that pink
Yeah, you see what I'm saying you heard what you see
I'm a disease, I'm allergic to me
Been a turd on these streets my curtains was sheets
Chef on these beats, I'm just stirring the
That you in love with, she working for me
I personally get you this week
that blunt 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 Money, time served and released
But this agent ain't free, word, that's the word on 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 leaves
I guarantee no guarantees, but what you heard
You a parakeet
It's Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi,
I her on my balcony, we watch the moon eclipse
We do unusual shit, she need lube for this
Cause' I'mma stick it in her maximus
We at the top of the world, she like the view and
From up here everybody the puniest
The got her all exuberant, she doing lines like a movie script But these are true events, lord
I'll kill a nigga right now, put a nigga lights out
Then put his body in a ice box with holes in his body socks
These niggas softer than, these softer then nylon
So keep my name out your mouth, I it taste like cayenne
Looking up at the
I'm thinking to my fucking self, you only twice, slime
And motherfuck you if you 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
These niggas looking at me, niggas looking at me sideways
because they on the sideline, but they 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 "don't apologize for shit cause you the shit
And we know Tha 5 the shit, woah"