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

Bitch you jealous, and I was
Bitch you jealous, stunt, stunt, shit nigga lie
Tell a nigga, bitch you jealous
I'm Sorry 4 The apologetic, bitch you jealous
Now us our cash and our credit

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Riding like Pablo, still talking that blanco
My sing soprano, so we going leave on a high note
Come out my shell like Rafael, and crack like a taco
Lil Wayne tougher John Wayne
Make him change his name to Doe
It's me and my lil Capo, Lil Marly G, and my bottom bitch
If i'm falling, it's bottom list, if i'm tripping, it's a trip
Her pearl tongue like the pearly
And what said I'll climb the
My other bitches gotta ride the bench, and that said
Bitch you jealous, i'm fly my dreadlocks, propellers
I should here like ochella, my woman a queen like coretta
And nigga you sleep the devil
I couldn't be JR for ever, I don't mean to ruffle feathers
But I had to spread my wings, trying to get lemon peppered
Got too many pistols, too many issues, too many
Too miscues, only made me better, it turned me into
The man I am today, i'm new and i'm
I got my shit right, it's just you and a
Suit yourself because suit is a rental
Now the is just coming in, like I broke a window
To an igloo, slow a bitch down like un
I rather get than scrutinize
I get used by a cutie pie
If she ain't fucking it's uber
I rather be advised supervised
You do the math, we do the
We pour champagne and expensive
In water guns, and shoot other, uh
I get high, meditate like a monk, but when I get drunk
And my goons is wilder gunk, my do's is as bad as my don'ts
Met a kind of cute bitch a donk
As long as the bitch got a
And I smell like, pussy, money, and
She said "ool I your cologne"
The niggas tested us flunk, so please study hard, study long
Kill yo wife then the bitch phone
And text you to please home
And the rain drops just turned blood
It looks like you just come in from a
And if all pussies walls, I hope you run into your own
I come with that heroin flow, I come with never before
My CMB are dead, I ain't worried about ghost
I the MOB, we divorced
And all that shit dead with out me of
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 4 The Fucking Wait
It's busy, searching my calender for better
You turn the page, or tear the page
Y M Young Money nigga, age