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Nigga, I'm Sorry 4 The Fucking Wait, it's
Racing Ferrari with Lil Reginae, gangsta
You know I always come in second
You hating, it's all over 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 apologetic, bitch you jealous
Now us our cash and our credit

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Riding like Pablo, still talking that blanco
My nina sing soprano, so we going leave on a high
Come out my shell like Rafael, and crack yours like a
Lil Wayne tougher than 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, it's bottom list, if I'm tripping, it's a trip
Her tongue 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 sleep the devil
I be JR for ever, I don't mean to ruffle your feathers
But I had to spread my wings, ain't trying to get lemon
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 this 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 get used by a cutie pie
If she ain't it's uber time
I rather be advised than
You do the math, we do the
We champagne and expensive wine
In water guns, and each other, uh
I get high, like a monk, but postures when I get drunk
And my goons is wilder 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 your cologne"
The last niggas tested us flunk, so please study hard, study
yo wife then take the bitch phone
And text you to hurry home
And the rain drops just into blood
It looks like you come in from a storm
And if all pussies cover walls, I hope you run your own
I come that heroin flow, I come with that never before
My CMB days are dead, I ain't about ghost
I married the MOB, we
And all that shit dead with out me of
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 4 The Fucking Wait
It's busy, searching my calender for days
You either turn the page, or the page
Y M Young Money nigga, age