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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, Glock 40 for them fake
Throw a party everyday, nigga, an ordinary day, nigga
Bad bitch in mi casa, no mi casa su
My choppa go dada thahehahehahehahya

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Tunechi, bitch, on my Future shit, I'm too
I on a crucifix
I up crank and turn into a lunatic
Then shoot my bitch orange juice and grits
Uzi clip, I another uzi clip, I shoot to kill
These pussy shooting bricks
I'm too for real, your head just a
She get it off her chest, but her boobs too big
I'm Carter 5 on a iPod
My bitch mad as hell cause' it out yet
She said soon as niggas hear your new shit
going have to give they styles back
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 "oooh", talk dirty, talk dirty, dirty, talk dirty to me
Treat that girl like cuisine, she gon' shoot scenes
Put my dick in museum, I'm gon' die on my
Never in the dirt, never dirt on my knees
I'm serving these fiends
birds to the bees, I sell birds to the trees
Tune, I you don't sleep, I'm allergic to dreams
I don't twerk, but I tweak for purple, that pink
Yeah, you see what I'm saying like you heard you see
I'm a verbal disease, I'm to me
Been a turd on these since my curtains was sheets
Chef on these beats, I'm stirring the grease
That bitch you in love with, she for me
I personally get you this week
Like blunt between my too fingers I'm at peace, word
I smirk I screech, trigga smart, street smart
I'm a nerd, I'm a geek, I'm absurd, I'm
Did my in Cash Money, time served and released
But this agent ain't free, word, the word on these streets
But that shit is old news, that shit is so
I'm just focused, on my expertise
They "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 back and shoot at ya
Money long, tree trunk, now stand under me, catch these
I guarantee no guarantees, but repeat what you
You a dead
Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi, bitch
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 look the puniest
The coke got her all exuberant, she doing lines like a movie script But these are true events,
I'll kill a nigga right now, 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 name out your mouth, I hope it 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 like a python
These niggas at me, these niggas looking at me sideways
That's because they on the sideline, but they never try
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 Tha Carter 5 the shit, woah"