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Sorry for the wait nigga Glock forty for them fake niggas Throw a party every day nigga That's an ordinary day nigga Bad bitch in mi casa No mi casa is su casa My choppa go doom-da-da ay-ay-adda Tunchi bitch on my Future shit I'm too legit I sleep on a crucifix I wake up cranky turn into a lunatic Then shoot my bitch and buy orange juice and grits Oozie clip I need another oozie clip I shoot to kill these pussy niggas shooting bricks I'm too for real your head just a souvenir She want to get it off her chest but her boobs too big I'm bumping Carter V on an Ipod My bitch mad as hell cause it ain't out yet She said "soon as these niggas hear your new shit they gon' have to give their styles back" I say "you too crazy" she said "you too humble" I say "you too baby" she said "you too sweet" Then I ask do she go both ways She said they so say love is a two way street I say ooh Talk dirty, talk dirty, dirty talk dirty to me Treat that girl like cuisine she gon' want to shoot scenes SongtextePut my dick in museum I gon' die on my feet Never knees in the dirt never dirt on my knees I'm just serving these fiends I sell birds to the bees I sell birds to the trees "Tune I heard you don't sleep" I'm allergic to dreams I don't twerk but I tweak for that purp for that pink Ya you see what I'm saying like you heard what I see I'm a verbal disease I'm allergic to me Been a turd on these streets since my curtains were sheets Chefs on these beats I'm just stiring the grease And bitch you in love when she working for me I personally get you murdered this week Like that blunt between my two fingers I'm at peace Word I smirk when I squeeze Trigger smart street smart I'm a nerd I'm a geek I'm absurd I'm unique Did my time at Cash Money time served and release But this agent ain't free word That's just word on these streets But that shit is old news that shit yester-week I'm just focused, focused on my expertise They like "Tunechi you good" I'm like Bob yes sire Don't, I mean don't, don't question me let me breath Dawg, big dawg, I cock back and shoot at your fleas Money long tree trunk, now stand under me catch these leaves I guarantee no guarantees but repeat what you heard you a dead parakeet This Tunechi bitch your bitch Tunechi's bitch I fuck her on the balcony we watch the moon eclipse We do the usual shit she gon' need lube for this Cause I'mma stick it in her maximus gluteus We at the top of the world she like the view and shit From up here everybody look the puniest The coke got her all exuberant She doing lines like a movie script But these are true events lord I'll kill a nigga right now, I'll put a nigga lights out Then put a nigga's body in an ice box With holes in his body like socks These niggas softer than, these niggas softer than nylon So keep my name out your mouth I hope it taste like [?] Looking up to the skyline Thinking to myself you only live twice slime And motherfuck you if you fight crime I'm from a place where the high crime rate [?] We put your ass on nigthtline I'm on the grass like a python These niggas looking at me These niggas looking at me sideways That's because they on the sideline but they never try mine Spinning like I'm sipping cyanide Why my bitch sipping Mai Tai but she [?] And I'm so sorry she said don't be sorry Then she said don't apologize for shit cause you the shit and we know the Carter V the shit Sorry for the wait nigga Glock forty for them fake niggas Throw a party every day nigga That's an ordinary day nigga Bad bitch in mi casa No mi casa is su casa My choppa go doom-da-da ay-ay-adda Aus Songtexte Mania