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

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

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Tunechi, bitch, on my Future shit, I'm too
I on a crucifix
I wake up crank and into a lunatic
shoot my bitch behind orange juice and grits
Uzi clip, I another uzi clip, I shoot to kill
These pussy niggas bricks
I'm too for real, your head just a
She get it off her chest, but her boobs too big
I'm bumping 5 on a iPod
My bitch mad as hell it ain't out yet
She said soon as these niggas hear new shit
They going have to they styles back
I "you too cray", she said "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, talk to me
Treat that girl like cuisine, she gon' wanna scenes
Put my dick in museum, I'm gon' die on my
Never knees in the dirt, dirt on my knees
I'm serving these fiends
Sell birds to the bees, I sell to the trees
Tune, I heard you don't sleep, I'm to dreams
I don't twerk, but I tweak for that purple, that
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 since 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 murdered week
Like that blunt between my too fingers I'm at peace,
I smirk 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 served and
But agent ain't free, word, that's the word on these streets
But that shit is old news, that shit is so
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 shoot at ya
Money long, tree trunk, now stand under me, catch leaves
I guarantee no guarantees, but repeat what you
You a dead
It's Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi,
I her on my balcony, we watch the moon eclipse
We do unusual shit, she gonna need lube for
Cause' I'mma stick it in her gluteus
We at the top of the world, she like the and shit
up here everybody look the puniest
The coke got her all exuberant, she doing lines like a movie script But these are events, lord
I'll kill a right now, I'll put a nigga lights out
put his body in a ice box with holes in his body like socks
These softer than, these niggas softer then nylon
So keep my name out mouth, I hope it taste like cayenne
up at the skyline
I'm thinking to my fucking self, you only live twice,
And motherfuck you if you crime
I'm from a place the high crime rate 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 never try mine
Spittin' I'm sipping cyanide while my bitch 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"