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Nigga, I'm Sorry 4 The Wait, it's busy
Ferrari with Lil Reginae, that's gangsta
You know I come in second place
You hating, it's written all 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, you jealous
Now give us our 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 like Rafael, and crack yours like a taco
Lil tougher than John Wayne
Make him change his name to Doe
It's me and my lil brother Capo, Lil G, and my bottom bitch
If i'm falling, bottom list, if i'm tripping, it's a power trip
Her pearl tongue the pearly gates
And what said climb the fence
My other bitches gotta ride the bench, and that said
Bitch you jealous, i'm fly like my dreadlocks,
I think should like ochella, my woman a queen like coretta
And nigga you sleep with the
I couldn't be JR for ever, I don't mean to your feathers
But I had to my wings, ain't 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, just you and a tissue
Suit yourself because this is a rental
Now the snow is just in, like I broke a window
To an igloo, slow a bitch like un momento
I rather get screwed than
I rather get used by a pie
If she ain't fucking it's time
I rather be than supervised
You do the math, we do the
We pour champagne and expensive
In water guns, and each other, uh
I get high, meditate like a monk, but postures 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 with a
As long as the bitch got a
And I smell like, pussy, money, and
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 please home
And the drops just turned into blood
It looks like you just in from a storm
And if all pussies cover walls, I you run into your own
I come with that heroin flow, I come with that never
My CMB days are dead, I worried about ghost
I married the MOB, we
And all shit dead with out me of course
It's nothing, a zombie, a
You burnt and was suppose to pass me the torch
Fuck it, see you in forbes nigga

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