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I'm so sorry, so
This, this that Sorry 4 The 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 bitch in mi casa, no mi casa su
My go doom dada thahehahehahehahya

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Tunechi, bitch, on my shit, I'm too legit
I on a crucifix
I wake up crank and turn a lunatic
Then shoot my bitch behind orange juice and
Uzi clip, I need another uzi clip, I shoot to
These pussy niggas bricks
I'm too for real, your head a souvenir
She get it off her chest, but her boobs too big
I'm bumping Carter 5 on a
My bitch mad as hell cause' it out yet
She soon as these niggas hear your new shit
They going have to give they 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 cuisine, she gon' wanna shoot scenes
Put my dick in museum, I'm gon' die on my
Never knees in the dirt, never dirt on my
I'm just serving these
Sell birds to the bees, I sell birds to the
Tune, I heard you don't sleep, I'm to dreams
I don't twerk, but I tweak for purple, that pink
Yeah, you see what I'm saying you heard what you see
I'm a verbal disease, I'm to me
a turd on these streets since my curtains was sheets
Chef on these beats, I'm just the grease
That bitch you in love with, she for me
I personally get you murdered this
that 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, served and released
But this agent ain't free, word, that's the word on streets
But that is old news, that shit is so yesterweek
I'm just focused, focused on my
They "Tunechi, you good?" I'm like "Bob, yessiree"
Now don't, I mean don't, don't me, let me breathe
Dog, big dog, I cock back and at ya fleas
Money long, tree trunk, now stand me, catch these leaves
I guarantee no guarantees, but what you heard
You a dead
It's Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi,
I her on my balcony, we watch the moon eclipse
We do shit, she gonna need lube for this
Cause' stick it in her maximus gluteus
We at the top of the world, she the view and shit
From up here everybody the puniest
The coke got her all exuberant, she doing lines 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 body in a ice box with holes in his body socks
These niggas softer than, niggas softer then nylon
So keep my out your mouth, I hope it taste like cayenne
Looking up at the
I'm thinking to my self, you only live twice, slime
And motherfuck you if you crime
I'm from a where the high crime rate like Iran
We put yo ass on Nightline. I'm on the grass a python
These niggas at me, these niggas looking at me sideways
That's 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 said "don't apologize for cause you the shit
And we know Tha 5 the shit, woah"