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Nigga, I'm 4 The Fucking Wait, it's busy
Ferrari with Lil Reginae, that's gangsta
You know I always come in second
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 fuck nigga, you jealous
I'm Sorry 4 The Wait apologetic, you jealous
Now us our cash and our credit

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Riding around like Pablo, still talking blanco
My nina sing soprano, so we leave on a high note
out my shell like Rafael, and crack yours like a taco
Lil Wayne tougher John Wayne
Make him change his to John Doe
It's me and my lil brother Capo, Lil Marly G, and my bitch
If I'm falling, bottom list, if I'm tripping, it's a power trip
Her pearl tongue like the gates
And said I'll climb the fence
My other bitches gotta ride the bench, and what said
Bitch you jealous, I'm fly my dreadlocks, propellers
I think should here like ochella, my woman a like coretta
And nigga you with the devil
I couldn't be JR for ever, I don't mean to ruffle feathers
But I had to my wings, ain't 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 shit right, it's just you and a
yourself because this suit is a rental
Now the snow is just coming in, I broke a window
To an igloo, slow a bitch down like
I rather get screwed than scrutinize, I rather get used by a pie
If she ain't fucking it's uber
I rather be advised than
You do the math, we do the
We pour champagne and expensive
In guns, and shoot each other, uh
I get high, meditate like a monk, but postures when I get
And my goons is wilder 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 said "ool I your cologne"
The last niggas tested us flunk, so please hard, study long
Kill yo wife then take the phone
And you to please hurry home
And the rain drops just turned into
It looks like you just come in from a
And if all pussies cover walls, I you run into your own
I come with that heroin flow, I with that never before
My CMB days are dead, I worried about ghost
I the MOB, we divorced
And all that shit dead with out me of
nothing, a zombie, a corpse
You burnt yourself and was suppose to pass me the
it, I'll see you in forbes nigga

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