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

Bitch you jealous, and I was
Bitch you jealous, stunt, stunt, shit don't lie
Tell a nigga, bitch you jealous
I'm Sorry 4 The apologetic, bitch you jealous
Now give us our cash and our

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Riding like Pablo, still talking that blanco
My nina sing soprano, so we going on a high note
Come out my shell like Rafael, and crack yours a taco
Lil tougher than John Wayne
Make him 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 the fence
My other bitches gotta ride the bench, and what said
you jealous, i'm fly like my dreadlocks, propellers
I think should here like ochella, my woman a queen coretta
And you sleep 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 to get lemon peppered
Got too many pistols, too issues, too many mistakes
Too many miscues, made 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 this suit 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 uber time
I be advised than supervised
You do the math, we do the
We pour champagne and wine
In guns, and shoot each other, uh
I get high, meditate like a monk, but postures when I get
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 bitch got a
And I like, pussy, money, and weed
She said "ool I your cologne"
The last niggas tested us flunk, so please study hard, study
yo wife then take the bitch phone
And text you to please home
And the rain drops just turned into
It looks like you come in from a storm
And if all pussies cover walls, I you run into your own
I with that heroin flow, I come with that never before
My CMB days are dead, I ain't worried ghost
I the MOB, we divorced
And all shit dead with out me of course
It's nothing, a zombie, a
You burnt yourself and was suppose to me the torch
Fuck it, see you in forbes nigga

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