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Nigga, I'm Sorry 4 The Fucking Wait, busy
Racing Ferrari with Lil Reginae, gangsta
You know I always come in second
You hating, it's written all 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 Rafael, and crack yours like a taco
Lil Wayne tougher than Wayne
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 power
Her pearl tongue the pearly gates
And what said I'll climb the
My other bitches gotta the bench, and what that said
Bitch you jealous, i'm fly my dreadlocks, propellers
I think should here like ochella, my woman a queen like
And nigga you with the devil
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 pistols, too many 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 shit right, it's just you and a
yourself because this suit is a rental
Now the snow is coming in, like I broke a window
To an igloo, a bitch down like un momento
I rather get than scrutinize
I get used by a cutie pie
If she fucking it's uber time
I be advised than supervised
You do the math, we do the
We champagne and expensive wine
In water guns, and each 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 got a donk
And I like, pussy, money, and weed
She said "ool I like cologne"
The last niggas tested us flunk, so please study hard, long
Kill yo wife take the bitch phone
And text you to hurry home
And the rain drops just turned into
It looks you just come 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 before
My CMB days are dead, I ain't worried ghost
I married the MOB, we
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
busy, searching my calender for better days
You either the page, or tear the page
Y M Young Money nigga, age