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

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

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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 shoot my behind orange juice and grits
Uzi clip, I need another uzi clip, I shoot to
These niggas shooting bricks
I'm too for real, your just a souvenir
She get it off her chest, but her boobs too big
I'm Carter 5 on a iPod
My bitch mad as cause' it ain't out yet
She said soon as niggas hear your new shit
They going have to give they styles
I said "you too cray", she "you too humble"
I said "you too, bae", she "you too sweet"
I asked her do she go both ways
She say "they do say is a two way street"
I said "oooh", talk dirty, talk dirty, dirty, talk to me
Treat girl like cuisine, she gon' wanna shoot scenes
Put my dick in museum, I'm gon' die on my
knees in the dirt, never dirt on my knees
I'm serving these fiends
Sell birds to the bees, I sell birds to the
Tune, I you don't sleep, I'm allergic to dreams
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 these streets since my was sheets
Chef on these beats, I'm just the grease
That bitch you in with, she working for me
I get you murdered this week
Like that blunt 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 agent free, word, that's the word on these streets
But that shit is old news, that is so yesterweek
I'm just focused, on my expertise
like "Tunechi, you good?" I'm like "Bob, yessiree"
Now don't, I don't, don't question me, let me breathe
Dog, big dog, I cock and shoot at ya fleas
Money long, tree trunk, now stand under me, catch leaves
I guarantee no guarantees, but what you heard
You a parakeet
Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi, bitch
I fuck her on my balcony, we watch the eclipse
We do unusual shit, she gonna lube for this
I'mma stick it in her maximus gluteus
We at the top of the world, she the view and shit
From up everybody look the puniest
The coke got her all exuberant, she lines like a movie script But these are true events, lord
I'll kill a nigga 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 keep my out your mouth, I hope it taste like cayenne
up at the skyline
I'm to my fucking self, you only live twice, slime
And you if you fight crime
I'm from a place where the crime rate like Iran
We put yo ass on Nightline. I'm on the like a python
These niggas looking at me, these looking at me sideways
because they on the sideline, but they never try mine
Spittin' like I'm sipping cyanide while my sip on mai tai
But she wine fine, and I'm so sorry, she "don't be sorry"
Then she "don't apologize for shit cause you the shit
And we know Tha 5 the shit, woah"