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

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

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Riding around like Pablo, talking that blanco
My sing soprano, so we going leave on a high note
Come out my like Rafael, and crack yours like a taco
Lil Wayne tougher than Wayne
Make him his name to John Doe
It's me and my lil brother Capo, Lil G, and my bottom bitch
If i'm falling, it's bottom list, if i'm tripping, it's a trip
Her tongue like the pearly gates
And said I'll climb the fence
My other gotta ride the bench, and what that said
Bitch you jealous, i'm fly like my dreadlocks,
I think here like ochella, my woman a queen like coretta
And nigga you sleep with the
I couldn't be JR for ever, I mean to ruffle your feathers
But I had to spread my wings, ain't trying to get lemon
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 yourself because this is a rental
Now the snow is coming in, like I broke a window
To an igloo, slow a down like un momento
I rather get screwed than
I get used by a cutie pie
If she ain't fucking it's time
I rather be advised than
You do the math, we do the
We champagne and expensive wine
In water guns, and shoot other, uh
I get high, like a monk, but postures when I get drunk
And my goons is wilder than gunk, my do's is as bad as my
Met a kind of cute with a donk
As long as the bitch got a
And I like, pussy, money, and weed
She said "ool I your cologne"
The last niggas us flunk, so please study hard, study long
Kill yo wife then the bitch phone
And text you to hurry home
And the rain drops just into blood
It looks like you just come in from a
And if all cover walls, I hope you run into your own
I come with that heroin flow, I with that never before
My CMB days are dead, I ain't about ghost
I the MOB, we divorced
And all shit dead with out me of course
It's nothing, a zombie, a
You burnt yourself and was suppose to pass me the
Fuck it, I'll see you in forbes

I'm 4 The Fucking Wait
It's busy, searching my calender for better
You either turn the page, or tear the
Y M Young Money nigga, age