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

Bitch you jealous, and I was
Bitch you jealous, stunt, stunt, shit nigga lie
Tell a nigga, bitch you jealous
I'm Sorry 4 The apologetic, bitch you jealous
Now us our cash and our credit

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Riding around Pablo, still talking that blanco
My nina sing soprano, so we leave on a high note
Come out my shell like Rafael, and crack yours like a
Lil Wayne than John Wayne
him change his name to John Doe
It's me and my lil brother Capo, Lil Marly G, and my bottom
If i'm falling, it's bottom list, if i'm tripping, it's a trip
Her pearl like the pearly gates
And what I'll climb the fence
My other bitches gotta ride the bench, and what that
Bitch you jealous, i'm fly like my dreadlocks,
I should here like 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 many issues, too 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, just you and a tissue
Suit yourself because suit is a rental
Now the snow is coming in, like I broke a window
To an igloo, slow a bitch down like un
I rather get screwed scrutinize
I rather get used by a 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, like a monk, but postures when I get drunk
And my goons is than gunk, my do's is as bad as my don'ts
Met a kind of cute with a donk
As as the bitch got a donk
And I like, pussy, money, and weed
She said "ool I like cologne"
The last tested us flunk, so please study hard, study long
Kill yo wife then take the phone
And text you to please home
And the rain drops turned into blood
It looks like you just in from a storm
And if all pussies walls, I hope you run into your own
I come with that heroin flow, I with that never before
My CMB days are dead, I ain't worried ghost
I married the MOB, we
And all that shit with out me of course
It's nothing, a zombie, a
You burnt yourself and was to pass me the torch
Fuck it, I'll see you in nigga

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