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She live in Fort Lauderdale and I’m closer to South BeachI told her to come over, she said, “okay, don’t fall asleep”She say she can be my housewife and keep my house cleanI said said shut the fuck up, put this dick back in your mouth pleaseI don’t see nothing wrong with some mouth and lip serviceTunechi in this bitch, I’m tighter than a pinched nerve, bitchI didn’t answer my phone, I said I couldn’t get serviceMy new nina just told me that she sick of being a virginBagging up the work for an hour, fingers hurtingLet my bitches help me, before they leave I check they pursesSorry for the wait, the confusion, the disturbanceGot me movin’ weight, prostitution, and these versesWhippin’ in this kitchen, in the trap house with my shirt offI’mma get these millions and I put that on my first bornGot that old Juvie bumpin’, talkin’ bout the third wardThe DA was a dick and the judge was a jerk offGot a bad bitch by the curb and like a curveballLet her drank too much, now her pussy smell like smirnoffSleepin’ on chinchilla, boy, I’m cozy like a fur ballFuck the other side nigga we could have a turf warSorry for the wait I had to drop this part two and shitJust to let you know that a nigga still doin’ itWorkin’ like a slave on my Roots part two shitGotta let em know that Lil Tunechi is still Tunechi bitchBop bop bopFuck with me wrong, get the hammerThank God I’m home from the slammer, was gone for the hammerStompin’ the yard like a gamma, niggas was goin’ bananasI’m calm like a camel, I’m smokin’ that strong like a camelI bet my life when we gambleY’all shippin’ keys, we shippin’ grand pianosI’m in that Lam Diablo, pew like ammoI’m gone, two fingers up, bitch, I’m goneRich forever; Jerry JonesI gotta hustle, keepin’ my destiny goingLike the House of DeréonThis plane that I’m on is private, my very ownSo no checkin’ my carry-onsShe sent the picture naked, I sent a songBut she live in Fort Lauderdale and I’m closer to south beachI told her to come over she said “Ok don’t fall asleep”She say she can be my housewife and keep my house cleanI say shut the fuck up and put this dick back in your mouth pleaseI don’t see nothin’ wrong with some mouth and lip serviceTunechi motherfucker tighter than a pinch nerve, bitchI didn’t answer my phone, said I couldn’t get serviceMy new nina just told me that she sick of bein’ a virginNow I don’t get excited nigga, I just get exoticI don’t get invited to these bitches pity partiesI don’t do narcotic even though a nigga got itCountin’ all this money, I feel like I got arthritisBeggin’ up the work for a hour, fingers hurtin’Let my bitches help me, ‘fore they leave I check their pursesSorry for the wait, the confusion of disturbanceGot me movin’ weight, prostitution and these versesWhippin in the kitchen in the trap house with my shirt offI’m gon’ get these millions and I put that on my first bornGot that old Juvie bumpin’, talkin’ ‘bout the third wardThe DA was a dick and the judge was a jerk offWe yellin’ suwoop, suwoop, suwoopYeah, you hear us yellin’, suwoop, suwoop, suwoopBlood gang, niggaAnd its the Sorry 4 the Wait 2And I’m so sorry for the wait tooSorry for the wait, I had to drop that part two and shitJust to let you know that a nigga still doin’ itWorkin’ like a slave, talking Roots part two and shitSorry for the wait, Lil Tunechi still Tunechi, bitch
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