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Nigga, I'm 4 The Fucking Wait, it's busy
Racing with Lil Reginae, that's gangsta
You know I come in second place
You hating, it's written all over your

Bitch you jealous, and I was
Bitch you jealous, stunt, stunt, nigga don't lie
Tell a nigga, bitch you jealous
I'm Sorry 4 The Wait apologetic, you jealous
Now give us our and our credit

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Riding around Pablo, still talking that blanco
My sing soprano, so we going leave on a high note
Come out my shell like Rafael, and crack yours like a
Lil Wayne tougher John Wayne
Make him his name to John Doe
It's me and my lil brother Capo, Lil Marly G, and my bottom
If i'm falling, it's bottom list, if i'm tripping, a power trip
Her tongue like the pearly gates
And what said I'll the fence
My bitches gotta ride the bench, and what that said
Bitch you jealous, i'm fly my dreadlocks, propellers
I think here like ochella, my woman a queen like coretta
And you sleep with the devil
I couldn't be JR for ever, I mean to ruffle your feathers
But I had to my wings, ain't trying to get lemon peppered
Got too pistols, too many issues, too many mistakes
Too many miscues, made me better, it turned me into
The man I am today, i'm new and i'm
I got my right, it's just you and a tissue
Suit yourself because this suit is a
Now the snow is just in, like I broke a window
To an igloo, slow a bitch like un momento
I rather get than scrutinize
I rather get used by a pie
If she ain't fucking uber time
I rather be advised than
You do the math, we do the
We pour and expensive wine
In water guns, and each other, uh
I get high, meditate like a monk, but postures I get drunk
And my goons is wilder than gunk, my is as bad as my don'ts
Met a kind of cute bitch with a
As long as the got a donk
And I like, pussy, money, and weed
She said "ool I your cologne"
The niggas tested us flunk, so please study hard, study long
Kill yo wife then take the phone
And text you to please home
And the rain drops just turned blood
It looks like you just come in a storm
And if all cover walls, I hope you run into your own
I come with that heroin flow, I come that never before
My CMB days are dead, I ain't about ghost
I the MOB, we divorced
And all that shit with out me of course
nothing, a zombie, a corpse
You burnt yourself and was to pass me the torch
it, I'll see you in forbes nigga

I'm Sorry 4 The Wait
busy, searching my calender for better days
You either turn the page, or the page
Y M Money nigga, never age