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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, that's an ordinary day,
Bad bitch in mi casa, no mi casa su
My choppa go dada 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 my bitch behind orange juice and grits
Uzi clip, I need uzi clip, I shoot to kill
These pussy shooting bricks
I'm too for real, your head a souvenir
She wanna get it off her chest, but her too big
I'm Carter 5 on a iPod
My bitch mad as hell cause' it out yet
She said soon as these niggas your new shit
They have to give they styles back
I said "you too cray", she "you too humble"
I said "you too, bae", she "you too sweet"
Then I asked her do she go both
She say "they do say is a two way street"
I said "oooh", talk dirty, talk dirty, dirty, dirty to me
Treat girl like cuisine, she gon' wanna shoot 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
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 like you heard what you see
I'm a verbal disease, I'm to me
Been a on these streets since my curtains was sheets
Chef on these beats, I'm just stirring the
That bitch you in love with, she for me
I personally get you murdered this
Like 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 Cash Money, time served and
But this agent ain't free, word, that's the on these 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 shoot at ya
Money long, tree trunk, now stand under me, these leaves
I no guarantees, but repeat what 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 lube for
I'mma stick it in her maximus gluteus
We at the top of the world, she like the view and
From up here everybody the puniest
The coke got her all exuberant, she doing lines like a movie script But these are true events,
I'll kill a right now, I'll put a nigga lights out
Then put his in a ice box with holes in his body like socks
These niggas than, these niggas softer then nylon
So keep my name out your mouth, I hope it taste like
up at the skyline
I'm thinking to my fucking self, you only live twice,
And motherfuck you if you fight
I'm from a place where the high rate like Iran
We put yo ass on Nightline. I'm on the like a python
These niggas looking at me, niggas looking at me sideways
That's because they on the sideline, but they 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 shit you the shit
And we know Tha 5 the shit, woah"