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

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Tunechi, bitch, on my shit, I'm too legit
I sleep on a
I wake up crank and into a lunatic
Then shoot my behind orange juice and grits
Uzi clip, I need another uzi clip, I shoot to
pussy 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 bumping Carter 5 on a
My bitch mad as hell it ain't out yet
She said soon as these hear your 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 "oooh", talk dirty, talk dirty, dirty, talk dirty to me
Treat that girl like cuisine, she gon' wanna shoot
Put my dick in museum, I'm gon' die on my
Never in the dirt, never dirt on my knees
I'm just serving these
birds to the bees, I sell birds to the trees
Tune, I heard you don't sleep, I'm allergic to
I don't twerk, but I tweak for that purple, 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 streets since my was sheets
on these beats, I'm just stirring the grease
That bitch you in love with, she for me
I personally get you this week
Like that 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 time in Cash Money, time and released
But this agent ain't free, word, that's the 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, question 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 what you heard
You a dead
It's Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi,
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 like the and shit
up here everybody look the puniest
The coke got her all exuberant, she lines like a movie script 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 than, these niggas softer then nylon
So keep my name out your mouth, I hope it taste like
up at the skyline
I'm thinking to my fucking self, you only twice, slime
And you if you fight crime
I'm from a place where the high crime rate Iran
We put yo ass on Nightline. I'm on the grass like a
These niggas looking at me, niggas looking at me sideways
That's they on the sideline, but they never try mine
Spittin' like I'm sipping cyanide while my sip on mai tai
But she fine, and I'm so sorry, she said "don't be sorry"
Then she said "don't apologize for shit cause you the
And we Tha Carter 5 the shit, woah"