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

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, bitch you
Now give us our cash and our

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Riding around like Pablo, still talking that
My nina sing soprano, so we going leave on a high
out my shell like Rafael, and crack yours like a taco
Lil Wayne tougher John Wayne
Make him change his name to Doe
It's me and my lil brother Capo, Lil Marly G, and my bitch
If i'm falling, bottom list, if i'm tripping, it's a power trip
Her pearl tongue like the gates
And what I'll climb the fence
My other bitches gotta ride the bench, and what that
you jealous, i'm fly like my dreadlocks, propellers
I think should here like ochella, my a queen like coretta
And nigga you sleep the devil
I couldn't be JR for ever, I don't mean to your feathers
But I had to spread my wings, trying to get lemon peppered
Got too many pistols, too issues, too many mistakes
Too many miscues, only made me better, it 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 because this suit is a rental
Now the snow is just coming in, I broke a window
To an igloo, a bitch down like un momento
I rather get than scrutinize
I rather get by a cutie pie
If she ain't it's uber time
I rather be advised than
You do the math, we do the
We pour champagne and wine
In water guns, and shoot other, uh
I get high, meditate a monk, but postures when I get drunk
And my goons is wilder than gunk, my is as bad as my don'ts
Met a kind of cute with a donk
As as the bitch got a donk
And I smell like, pussy, money, and
She said "ool I like cologne"
The last niggas tested us flunk, so please study hard, study
Kill yo wife then take the bitch
And you to please hurry home
And the rain just turned into 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 flow, I come with that never before
My CMB days are dead, I ain't worried ghost
I married the MOB, we
And all that shit dead out me of course
nothing, a zombie, a corpse
You yourself and was suppose to pass me the torch
Fuck it, I'll see you in forbes

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