Luyện nghe bài hát Sh!t (Remix)

I'm so sorry, so
This, this 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, that's an ordinary day,
Bad bitch in mi casa, no mi casa su
My choppa go doom thahehahehahehahya

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Tunechi, bitch, on my future shit, I'm too
I sleep on a crucifix, I wake up and turn into a lunatic
Then shoot my bitch behind orange juice and
Uzi clip, I need uzi clip, I shoot to kill
These pussy shooting bricks, I'm too for real
Your head a souvenir
She get it off her chest, but her boobs too big
I'm Carter 5 on a iPod
My bitch mad as hell it ain't out yet
She said soon as these niggas hear new shit
going have to give they styles back
I "you too crazy", she said "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 girl like cuisine, she wanna shoot scenes
Put my in museum, I'm gon' die on my feet
Never knees in the dirt, dirt on my knees
I'm just serving fiends
Sell birds to the bees, I birds to the trees
Tune, I heard you don't sleep, I'm to dreams
I twerk, but I tweak for that purple, that pink
Yeah, you see what I'm saying like you what 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 just stirring the
That you in love with, she working for me
I get you murdered this week
Like that blunt between my too 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 time in Cash Money, time served and
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 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 cock back and shoot at ya
Money long, tree trunk, now under me, catch these 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 doing usual shit, she need lube for this
Cause' stick it in her maximus gluteus
We at the top of the world, she like the view and
up here everybody look the puniest
The got her all exuberant, she doing lines like a movie script But these are true events, lord
I'll a nigga right now, I'll put a nigga lights out
put his body in a ice box with holes in his body like socks
These niggas softer than, these niggas then nylon
So keep my name out your mouth, I hope it taste cayenne
up at the skyline
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 like a python
These niggas looking at me, these niggas looking at me
That's because they on the sideline, but they never try
like I'm sipping cyanide while my bitch sip on mai tai
But she fine, and I'm so sorry, she said "don't be sorry"
Then she said "don't for shit cause' you the shit
And we know Tha 5 the shit, woah"