Luyện nghe bài hát Sh!t (Remix)

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

Sorry 4 The Wait, nigga, Glock 40 for them fake
a party everyday, nigga, that's an ordinary day, nigga
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 sleep on a crucifix, I wake up crank and turn a lunatic
Then shoot my bitch orange juice and grits
Uzi clip, I need another uzi clip, I to kill
These niggas shooting bricks, I'm too for real
head just a souvenir
She wanna get it off her chest, but her too big
I'm Carter 5 on a iPod
My mad as hell cause' it ain't out yet
She said soon as these niggas hear new shit
They have to give they styles back
I said "you too crazy", she "you too humble"
I "you too bae", she said "you too sweet"
Then I asked her do she go both
She say "they do say is a two way street"
I "oooh", talk dirty, talk dirty, dirty, talk dirty to me
Treat that like cuisine, she gon' wanna shoot scenes
Put my dick in museum, I'm gon' die on my
Never knees in the dirt, never on my knees
I'm just serving fiends
Sell birds to the bees, I sell birds to the
Tune, I heard you don't sleep, I'm to dreams
I twerk, but I tweak for that purple, that pink
Yeah, you see I'm saying like you heard what you see
I'm a disease, I'm allergic to me
Been a turd on these streets since my was sheets
Chef on beats, I'm just stirring the grease
That bitch you in with, she working for me
I personally get you this week
Like that blunt my too fingers I'm at peace, word
I when I screech, trigga smart, street smart
I'm a nerd, I'm a geek, I'm absurd, I'm
Did my time in Cash Money, time and released
But this agent ain't free, word, that's the word on these
But that shit is old news, shit is so yesterweek
I'm focused, focused on my expertise
like "Tunechi, you good," I'm like "bob yessiree"
Now don't, I mean don't, question me, let me breathe
Dog, big dog, I cock back and at ya flees
Money long, tree trunk, now stand under me, these leaves
I no guarantees, but repeat what you heard
You a dead
Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi, bitch
I fuck her on my balcony, we the moon eclipse
We doing usual shit, she gonna need 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 lines like a movie script But these are true events, lord
I'll a nigga right now, I'll put a nigga lights out
Then put his body in a ice box with in his body like socks
These 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 thinking to my fucking self, you live twice, slime
And motherfuck you if you fight
I'm from a place where the high crime like Iran
We put yo ass on nightline, I'm on the grass like a
These niggas looking at me, these niggas at me sideways
That's because they on the sideline, but they try mine
Spittin' like I'm sipping cyanide my bitch sip on mai tai
But she wine fine, and I'm so sorry, she "don't be sorry"
she said "don't apologize for shit cause' you the shit
And we Tha Carter 5 the shit, woah"