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Nigga, I'm Sorry 4 The Fucking Wait, it's
Racing Ferrari Lil Reginae, that's gangsta
You know I always come in place
You hating, it's written all over fuckin'

Bitch you jealous, and I was
Bitch you jealous, stunt, stunt, nigga don't lie
Tell a fuck nigga, bitch you
I'm Sorry 4 The Wait apologetic, bitch you
Now us our cash and our credit

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Riding around like Pablo, still that blanco
My sing 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 Capo, Lil Marly G, and my bottom bitch
If I'm falling, it's bottom list, if I'm tripping, a power trip
Her pearl tongue like the pearly
And said I'll climb the fence
My other bitches gotta ride the bench, and what that
you jealous, I'm fly like my dreadlocks, propellers
I think should here like ochella, my a queen like coretta
And you sleep with the devil
I couldn't be JR for ever, I don't to ruffle your feathers
But I had to spread my wings, trying to get lemon peppered
Got too pistols, too many issues, too many 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 you and a tissue
Suit yourself because this suit is a
Now the snow is just coming in, like I a window
To an igloo, a bitch down like mmmemento
I rather get screwed than scrutinize, I rather get used by a pie
If she ain't it's uber time
I be advised than supervised
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 I get drunk
And my goons is than gunk, my do's 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 like, pussy, money, and weed
She said "ool I like cologne"
The last niggas tested us flunk, so please hard, study long
yo wife then take the bitch phone
And text you to hurry home
And the rain drops turned into blood
It like you just come in from a storm
And if all cover walls, I hope you run into your own
I with that heroin flow, I come with that never before
My CMB days are dead, I ain't worried about
I the MOB, we divorced
And all that shit dead with out me of
nothing, a zombie, a corpse
You burnt and was suppose to pass me the torch
it, I'll see you in forbes nigga

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