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Nigga, I'm Sorry 4 The Fucking Wait, it's
Racing 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 fuck nigga, bitch you
I'm Sorry 4 The Wait apologetic, bitch you
Now give us our and our credit

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Riding around like Pablo, still talking that
My nina sing soprano, so we leave on a high note
Come out my shell like Rafael, and crack yours a taco
Lil tougher than John Wayne
Make him change his to John Doe
me and my lil brother Capo, Lil Marly G, and my bottom bitch
If i'm falling, it's 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 ride the bench, and what that said
you jealous, i'm fly like my dreadlocks, propellers
I think should here ochella, my woman a queen like coretta
And nigga you with the devil
I be JR for ever, I don't mean to ruffle your feathers
But I had to spread my wings, ain't trying to get lemon
Got too many pistols, too many issues, too 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 shit right, 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 down 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 than supervised
You do the math, we do the
We pour and expensive wine
In water guns, and shoot other, uh
I get high, meditate like a monk, but postures I get drunk
And my goons is wilder than gunk, my do's is as bad as my
Met a kind of bitch with a donk
As as the bitch got a donk
And I like, pussy, money, and weed
She "ool I like your cologne"
The last niggas tested us flunk, so please hard, study long
Kill yo then take the bitch phone
And you to please hurry home
And the rain just turned into blood
It looks like you just in from a storm
And if all pussies walls, I hope you run into your own
I come with heroin flow, I come with that never before
My CMB days are dead, I worried about ghost
I married the MOB, we
And all that dead with out me of course
It's nothing, a zombie, a
You burnt yourself and was to pass me the torch
Fuck it, see you in forbes nigga

I'm Sorry 4 The Fucking
It's busy, my calender for better days
You either the page, or tear the page
Y M Young nigga, never age