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Nigga, I'm 4 The Fucking Wait, it's busy
Racing Ferrari with Lil Reginae, that's
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, shit nigga lie
Tell a nigga, bitch you jealous
I'm Sorry 4 The apologetic, bitch you jealous
Now give us our and our credit

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Riding around like Pablo, talking that blanco
My nina soprano, so we going leave on a high note
out my shell like Rafael, and crack yours like a taco
Lil Wayne than 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, it's bottom list, if I'm tripping, it's a trip
Her tongue like the pearly gates
And what said 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 like ochella, my woman a queen like coretta
And you sleep with the devil
I couldn't be JR for ever, I don't mean to ruffle feathers
But I had to spread my wings, trying to get lemon peppered
Got too many pistols, too issues, too many mistakes
Too miscues, only 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
Suit yourself this suit is a rental
Now the snow is coming in, like I broke a window
To an igloo, slow a bitch like mmmemento
I rather get screwed than scrutinize, I rather get by a cutie pie
If she fucking it's uber time
I rather be advised supervised
You do the math, we do the
We champagne 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 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, long
Kill yo wife then the bitch phone
And text you to please hurry
And the drops just turned into blood
It looks like you just in from a storm
And if all cover walls, I hope you run into your own
I come with that heroin flow, I come that never before
My CMB days are dead, I ain't worried ghost
I the MOB, we divorced
And all shit dead with out me of course
nothing, a zombie, a corpse
You yourself and was suppose to pass me the torch
Fuck it, see you in forbes nigga

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