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

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

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Riding like Pablo, still talking that blanco
My nina sing soprano, so we going on a high note
out my shell like Rafael, and crack yours like a taco
Lil Wayne than John 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 list, if i'm tripping, it's a power trip
Her pearl like the pearly gates
And what said I'll the fence
My other bitches gotta ride the bench, and what said
you jealous, i'm fly like my dreadlocks, propellers
I think should here like ochella, my woman a queen like
And you sleep with the devil
I be JR for ever, I don't mean to ruffle 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 me better, it turned me into
The man I am today, i'm new and i'm
I got my shit right, it's you and a tissue
Suit yourself because this suit is a
Now the is just coming in, like I broke a window
To an igloo, slow a down like un momento
I rather get than scrutinize
I get used by a cutie pie
If she fucking it's uber time
I rather be advised than
You do the math, we do the
We pour champagne and wine
In guns, and shoot each 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 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 study hard, study long
Kill yo wife then take the bitch
And text you to please hurry
And the rain drops just into blood
It looks like you come in from a storm
And if all pussies 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 worried ghost
I the MOB, we divorced
And all that dead with out me of course
nothing, a zombie, a corpse
You burnt yourself and was suppose to pass me the
it, I'll see you in forbes nigga

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