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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, Glock 40 for fake niggas
Throw a party everyday, nigga, that's an day, nigga
Bad in mi casa, no mi casa su casa
My choppa go dada thahehahehahehahya

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Tunechi, bitch, on my shit, I'm too legit
I on a crucifix
I wake up crank and into a lunatic
Then shoot my bitch orange juice and grits
Uzi clip, I another uzi clip, I shoot to kill
pussy niggas shooting bricks
I'm too for real, your head just a
She wanna get it off her chest, but her too big
I'm bumping Carter 5 on a
My bitch mad as hell cause' it out yet
She said soon as these hear your new shit
They going have to give styles back
I said "you too cray", 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 girl like cuisine, she gon' wanna shoot scenes
Put my in museum, I'm gon' die on my feet
Never in the dirt, never dirt on my knees
I'm just 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 purple, that pink
Yeah, you see what I'm saying 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 the grease
That you in love with, she working for me
I personally get you this week
Like that blunt my too fingers I'm at peace, word
I smirk when I screech, trigga smart, smart
I'm a nerd, I'm a geek, I'm absurd, I'm
Did my time in Money, time served and released
But this agent free, word, that's the word on these streets
But that shit is old news, shit is so yesterweek
I'm just focused, focused on my
They like "Tunechi, you good?" I'm "Bob, yessiree"
Now don't, I mean don't, don't me, let me breathe
Dog, big dog, I back and shoot at ya fleas
long, tree trunk, now stand under me, catch these leaves
I no guarantees, but repeat what you heard
You a parakeet
Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi, bitch
I fuck her on my balcony, we watch the moon
We do shit, she gonna need lube for this
Cause' I'mma stick it in her gluteus
We at the top of the world, she like the view and
From up here look the puniest
The coke got her all exuberant, she doing lines like a movie 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 in his body like socks
These niggas softer than, these softer then nylon
So keep my out your mouth, I hope it taste like cayenne
Looking up at the
I'm thinking to my fucking self, you only 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 like a
These niggas looking at me, these looking at me sideways
That's because on the sideline, but they never try mine
Spittin' like I'm sipping while my bitch 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 Tha Carter 5 the shit, woah"