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

Bitch you jealous, and I was
Bitch you jealous, stunt, stunt, nigga don't lie
a fuck 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 going on a high note
Come out my shell like Rafael, and crack like a taco
Lil Wayne tougher John Wayne
Make him change his name to Doe
It's me and my lil brother Capo, Lil 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 climb the fence
My other bitches gotta ride the bench, and what that
Bitch you jealous, I'm fly my dreadlocks, propellers
I think should here like ochella, my woman a queen like
And nigga you sleep the devil
I be JR for ever, I don't mean to ruffle your feathers
But I had to spread my wings, trying to get lemon peppered
Got too many pistols, too many issues, too 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 right, it's 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
I rather get screwed than scrutinize, I rather get by a cutie pie
If she ain't fucking it's uber
I be advised than supervised
You do the math, we do the
We pour and expensive wine
In water guns, and shoot other, uh
I get high, meditate 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 of cute bitch with a donk, as long as the bitch got a donk
And I smell like, pussy, money, and
She said "ool I like cologne"
The niggas tested us flunk, so please study hard, study long
Kill yo then take the bitch phone
And text you to hurry home
And the rain drops just turned into
It looks like you just come in a storm
And if all pussies cover walls, I you run into your own
I come with that flow, I come with that never before
My CMB days are dead, I ain't worried ghost
I the MOB, we divorced
And all that shit dead with out me of
It's nothing, a zombie, a
You burnt yourself and was suppose to me the torch
it, I'll see you in forbes nigga

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