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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, Glock 40 for fake niggas
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 shit, I'm too legit
I on a crucifix
I wake up crank and turn a lunatic
Then shoot my bitch behind juice and grits
Uzi clip, I need another uzi clip, I shoot to
These pussy shooting bricks
I'm too for real, head just a souvenir
She wanna get it off her chest, but her too big
I'm Carter 5 on a iPod
My bitch mad as hell it ain't out yet
She said soon as niggas hear your new shit
They going have to give they styles
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 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 wanna shoot scenes
Put my in museum, I'm gon' die on my feet
Never knees in the dirt, never on my knees
I'm just these fiends
Sell 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 for that purple, that pink
Yeah, you see what I'm like you heard what you see
I'm a verbal disease, I'm to me
Been a turd on these streets since my curtains was
Chef on these beats, I'm just stirring the
That bitch you in with, she working for me
I personally get you murdered this
Like that between 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 in Cash Money, time served and released
But this agent free, word, that's the word on these streets
But that is old news, that shit is so yesterweek
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 back and shoot at ya fleas
Money long, tree trunk, now stand me, catch these leaves
I guarantee no guarantees, but repeat what you
You a parakeet
Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi, bitch
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 the view and shit
From up here everybody look the
The coke got her all exuberant, she doing lines like a movie script But are true events, lord
I'll kill a nigga right now, I'll put a lights out
Then put his body in a ice box with holes in his body like
These niggas softer than, these softer then nylon
So keep my name out mouth, I hope it taste like cayenne
Looking up at the
I'm thinking to my fucking self, you live twice, slime
And motherfuck you if you crime
I'm from a place where the high crime rate 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 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"
she said "don't apologize for shit cause you the shit
And we Tha Carter 5 the shit, woah"