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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, shit don't lie
Tell a nigga, bitch you jealous
I'm Sorry 4 The Wait apologetic, bitch you
Now us our cash and our credit

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Riding around like Pablo, talking that blanco
My nina sing soprano, so we leave on a high note
Come out my shell like Rafael, and crack yours a taco
Lil Wayne tougher John Wayne
him change his name to John 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 I'll the fence
My other bitches gotta ride the bench, and what that
you jealous, i'm fly like my dreadlocks, propellers
I think should here like ochella, my woman a queen coretta
And nigga you sleep the devil
I couldn't be JR for ever, I don't mean to ruffle feathers
But I had to spread my wings, ain't trying to get peppered
Got too many pistols, too many issues, too 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 suit 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 by a cutie pie
If she ain't it's uber time
I rather be advised than
You do the math, we do the
We pour and expensive wine
In guns, and shoot each other, uh
I get high, like a monk, but postures when I get drunk
And my goons is wilder gunk, my do's is as bad as my don'ts
Met a kind of cute with a donk
As long as the 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 hurry
And the rain drops turned into blood
It like you just come in from a storm
And if all pussies cover walls, I hope you run into own
I come with that flow, I come with that never before
My CMB are dead, I ain't worried 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 forbes

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