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I'm so sorry, so sorry |
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This, this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2, and I'm so sorry |
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Sorry 4 The Wait, nigga, Glock 40 for them fake niggas |
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Throw a party everyday, nigga, that's an ordinary day, nigga |
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Bad bitch in mi casa, no mi casa su casa |
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My choppa go doom dada thayahyahyahda |
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Tunechi, bitch, on my Future shit, I'm too legit |
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I sleep on a crucifix |
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I wake up cranky and turn into a lunatic |
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Then shoot my bitch behind orange juice and grits |
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Uzi clip, I need another uzi clip, I shoot to kill |
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These pussy niggas shooting bricks |
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I'm too for real, your head just a souvenir |
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She wanna get it off her chest, but her boobs too big |
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I'm bumping Carter 5 on a iPod |
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My bitch mad as hell cause it ain't out yet |
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She said soon as these niggas hear your new shit |
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They gon' have to give they styles back |
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I said "you too cray", she said "you too humble" |
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I said "you too, bae", she said "you too sweet" |
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Then I asked her do she go both ways |
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She say "they do say love is a two way street" |
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I said "oooh", talk dirty, talk dirty, dirty, talk dirty to me |
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Treat that girl like cuisine, she gon' wanna shoot scenes |
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Put my dick in museum, I'm gon' die on my feet |
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Never knees in the dirt, never dirt on my knees |
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I'm just serving these fiends |
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Sell birds to the bees, I sell birds to the trees |
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Tune, I heard you don't sleep, I'm allergic to dreams |
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I don't twerk, but I tweak for that purple, that pink |
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Yeah, you see what I'm saying like you heard what you see |
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I'm a verbal disease, I'm allergic to me |
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Been a turd on these streets since my curtains was sheets |
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Chef on these beats, I'm just stirring the grease |
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That bitch you in love with, she working for me |
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I personally get you murdered this week |
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Like that blunt between my two fingers, I'm at peace; word |
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I smirk when I squeeze, trigga smart, street smart |
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I'm a nerd, I'm a geek, I'm absurd, I'm unique |
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Did my time in Cash Money, time served and released |
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But this agent ain't free, word, that's the word on these streets |
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But that shit is old news, that shit is so yesterweek |
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I'm just focused, focused on my expertise |
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They like "Tunechi, you good?" I'm like "Bob, yessiree!" |
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Now don't, I mean don't, don't question me, let me breathe |
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Dog, big dog, I cock back and shoot at ya fleas |
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Money long; tree trunk, now stand under me, catch these leaves |
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I guarantee no guarantees, but repeat what you heard |
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You a dead parakeet |
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It's Tunechi, bitch; your bitch Tunechi bitch |
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I fuck her on my balcony, we watch the moon eclipse |
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We do unusual shit, she gonna need lube for this |
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Cause' I'mma stick it in her maximus gluteus |
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We at the top of the world, she like the view and shit |
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From up here everybody look the puniest |
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The coke got her all exuberant, she doing lines like a movie script But these are true events, lord |
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I'll kill a nigga right now, I'll put a nigga lights out |
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Then put his body in a ice box, with holes in his body, like socks |
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These niggas softer than, these niggas softer than nylon |
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So keep my name out your mouth, I hope it taste like cayenne |
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Looking up at the skyline |
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I'm thinking to my fucking self, you only live twice slime |
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And motherfuck you if you fight crime |
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I'm from a place with a high crime rate like Iran |
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We put your ass on Nightline, I'm on the grass like a python |
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These niggas looking at me, these niggas looking at me sideways |
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That's because they on the sideline, but they never try mine |
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Spittin' like I'm sipping cyanide while my bitch sip a mai tai |
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But she wine fine,and I'm so sorry, she say "don't be sorry" |
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Woo! Then she said "don't apologize for shit |
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Cause you the shit, and we know Tha Carter 5 the shit, woah" |
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Woo |
