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

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, you jealous
Now give us our and our credit

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Riding around like Pablo, still that blanco
My nina soprano, so we going leave on a high note
Come out my shell like Rafael, and crack like a taco
Lil Wayne tougher than John
him change his name to John Doe
It's me and my lil Capo, Lil Marly G, and my bottom bitch
If i'm falling, it's bottom list, if i'm tripping, it's a trip
Her pearl tongue the pearly gates
And said 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 you sleep with the devil
I couldn't be JR for ever, I don't to ruffle your feathers
But I had to spread my wings, ain't trying to get peppered
Got too many pistols, too many issues, too many
Too miscues, only made 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
yourself because this suit is a rental
Now the snow is just in, like I broke a window
To an igloo, slow a down like un momento
I get screwed than scrutinize
I rather get by a cutie pie
If she ain't fucking it's uber
I rather be than supervised
You do the math, we do the
We pour champagne and expensive
In guns, and shoot 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 bitch with a donk
As long as the got a donk
And I like, pussy, money, and weed
She said "ool I your cologne"
The last tested us flunk, so please study hard, study long
Kill yo then take the bitch phone
And you to please hurry home
And the rain drops turned into blood
It looks like you just come in a storm
And if all pussies walls, I hope you run into your own
I come with that heroin flow, I come with that before
My CMB days are dead, I worried about ghost
I married the MOB, we
And all that dead with out me of course
nothing, a zombie, a corpse
You burnt yourself and was suppose to me the torch
Fuck it, I'll see you in forbes

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