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

Bitch you jealous, and I was
you jealous, stunt, stunt, shit nigga don't lie
Tell a fuck nigga, bitch you
I'm Sorry 4 The Wait apologetic, 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 leave on a note
out my shell like Rafael, and crack yours like a taco
Lil Wayne tougher than John
Make him change his name to 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 pearl tongue like the pearly
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 should here like ochella, my woman a queen like coretta
And nigga you sleep the devil
I couldn't be JR for ever, I don't 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 many
Too many miscues, only made me better, it turned me
The man I am today, I'm new and I'm
I got my shit right, just you and a tissue
Suit yourself because this is a rental
Now the snow is just coming in, like I 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 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 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 hard, study long
Kill yo wife then the bitch phone
And text you to please home
And the drops just turned into blood
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 come with never before
My CMB days are dead, I ain't worried about
I married the MOB, we
And all that dead with out me of course
nothing, a zombie, a corpse
You burnt yourself and was suppose to me the torch
Fuck it, I'll see you in nigga

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