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Nigga, I'm Sorry 4 The Wait, it's busy
Racing Ferrari with Lil Reginae, that's
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 nigga, bitch 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 talking that
My nina sing soprano, so we going on a high note
Come out my shell Rafael, and crack yours like a taco
Lil Wayne tougher than John
him change his name to John Doe
It's me and my lil Capo, Lil Marly G, and my bottom bitch
If I'm falling, bottom list, if I'm tripping, it's a power trip
Her pearl tongue like the gates
And what I'll climb the fence
My other bitches gotta the bench, and what that said
Bitch you jealous, I'm fly my dreadlocks, propellers
I think should here like ochella, my woman a queen like
And nigga you sleep with the
I couldn't be JR for ever, I don't mean to ruffle your
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 me better, it turned me into
The man I am today, I'm new and I'm
I got my shit right, it's you and a tissue
Suit yourself because this suit is a
Now the snow is just coming in, like I broke a
To an igloo, slow a bitch like mmmemento
I rather get screwed than scrutinize, I rather get used by a pie
If she ain't it's uber time
I rather be advised than
You do the math, we do the
We pour and expensive wine
In guns, and shoot each other, uh
I get high, like a monk, but postures when I get drunk
And my goons is wilder than gunk, my is as bad as my don'ts
Met a kind of cute bitch with a donk, as 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
Kill yo wife then take the phone
And text you to please hurry
And the rain drops turned into blood
It looks like you come in from a storm
And if all pussies cover walls, I you run into your own
I come with heroin flow, I come 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 me the torch
it, I'll see you in forbes nigga

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