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

Bitch you jealous, and I was
Bitch you jealous, stunt, stunt, shit don't lie
a fuck nigga, bitch you jealous
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 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 brother Capo, Lil Marly G, and my bitch
If i'm falling, bottom list, if i'm tripping, it's a power trip
Her pearl tongue like the gates
And said I'll climb the fence
My other bitches gotta the bench, and what that said
Bitch you jealous, i'm fly my dreadlocks, propellers
I think should here ochella, my woman a queen like coretta
And nigga you with the devil
I couldn't be JR for ever, I don't mean to ruffle your
But I had to spread my wings, ain't trying to get peppered
Got too many pistols, too issues, too many mistakes
Too many miscues, only made me better, it turned me
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 coming in, I broke a window
To an igloo, slow a bitch like un momento
I rather get screwed scrutinize
I rather get used by a pie
If she ain't fucking it's uber
I rather be advised supervised
You do the math, we do the
We pour champagne and 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 is as bad as my don'ts
Met a of cute bitch with a donk
As as the bitch got a donk
And I smell like, pussy, money, and
She "ool I like your cologne"
The last niggas tested us flunk, so please study hard, long
yo wife then take the bitch phone
And text you to please home
And the rain drops turned into blood
It looks like you just come in from a
And if all pussies cover walls, I you run into your own
I come with that heroin flow, I come with never before
My CMB days are dead, I ain't about ghost
I married the MOB, we
And all that shit dead out me of course
It's nothing, a zombie, a
You yourself and was suppose to pass me the torch
Fuck it, I'll see you in nigga

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