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

you jealous, and I was right
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 us our cash 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
out my shell like Rafael, and crack yours like a taco
Lil tougher than John Wayne
Make him his name to John Doe
me and my lil brother Capo, Lil Marly G, and my bottom bitch
If i'm falling, it's bottom list, if i'm tripping, it's a trip
Her pearl tongue like the pearly
And what said I'll the fence
My other bitches ride the bench, and what that said
Bitch you jealous, i'm fly like my dreadlocks,
I think should here like ochella, my a queen like 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 many
Too many miscues, only 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 because this is a rental
Now the snow is just in, like I broke a window
To an igloo, slow a bitch down like un
I rather get than scrutinize
I get used by a cutie pie
If she ain't fucking uber time
I rather be than supervised
You do the math, we do the
We pour and expensive wine
In guns, and shoot each other, uh
I get high, meditate like a monk, but when I get drunk
And my goons is wilder than gunk, my do's is as bad as my
Met a kind of bitch with a donk
As long as the got a donk
And I smell like, pussy, money, and
She said "ool I your cologne"
The last niggas tested us flunk, so please study hard, study
Kill yo wife take the bitch phone
And text you to please hurry
And the rain just turned into blood
It looks like you just 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 never
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 pass me the
it, I'll see you in forbes nigga

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