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Nigga, I'm 4 The Fucking Wait, it's busy
Racing Ferrari 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, nigga don't lie
Tell a fuck nigga, you jealous
I'm Sorry 4 The apologetic, bitch you jealous
Now give us our cash and our

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Riding around like Pablo, still that blanco
My nina sing soprano, so we going leave on a high
Come out my shell Rafael, and crack yours like a taco
Lil Wayne tougher than Wayne
Make him change his name to 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 said I'll climb the fence
My other bitches ride the bench, and what that said
you jealous, I'm fly like my dreadlocks, propellers
I should here like ochella, my woman a queen like coretta
And nigga you sleep the devil
I couldn't be JR for ever, I don't mean to your feathers
But I had to my wings, ain't trying to get lemon peppered
Got too pistols, too many issues, too many 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, it's you and a tissue
yourself because this suit is a rental
Now the snow is coming in, like I broke a window
To an igloo, slow a down like mmmemento
I rather get than scrutinize, I rather get used by a cutie pie
If she ain't fucking uber time
I rather be advised than
You do the math, we do the
We pour champagne and wine
In water guns, and each other, uh
I get high, meditate like a monk, but postures when I get
And my is wilder than gunk, my do's is as bad as my don'ts
Met a kind of cute bitch with a donk, as long as the got a donk
And I like, pussy, money, and weed
She "ool I like your cologne"
The niggas tested us flunk, so please study hard, study long
Kill yo wife take the bitch phone
And text you to please home
And the drops just turned into blood
It looks like you come in from a storm
And if all cover walls, I hope you run into your own
I come with that flow, I come with that never before
My CMB days are dead, I worried about ghost
I married the MOB, we
And all that shit dead out me of course
nothing, a zombie, a corpse
You burnt yourself and was suppose to me the torch
Fuck it, see you in forbes nigga

I'm Sorry 4 The Wait
busy, searching my calender for better days
You either turn the page, or tear the
Y M Young Money nigga, age