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Nigga, I'm 4 The Fucking Wait, it's busy
Ferrari with Lil Reginae, that's gangsta
You know I come in second place
You hating, it's written all 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 Pablo, still talking that blanco
My nina sing soprano, so we leave on a high note
out my shell like Rafael, and crack yours like a taco
Lil tougher than John Wayne
him change his name 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 power
Her pearl tongue like the pearly
And what I'll climb the fence
My other bitches gotta the bench, and what that said
you jealous, I'm fly like my dreadlocks, propellers
I think should 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, trying to get lemon peppered
Got too many pistols, too many issues, too many
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 just you and a
Suit yourself because suit is a rental
Now the snow is just coming in, I broke a window
To an igloo, slow a bitch down like
I rather get screwed than scrutinize, I rather get by a cutie pie
If she ain't fucking uber time
I rather be advised supervised
You do the math, we do the
We pour champagne and 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 do's is as bad as my
Met a kind of cute with a donk, as long as the bitch got a donk
And I smell like, pussy, money, and
She said "ool I like cologne"
The last niggas tested us flunk, so please hard, study long
Kill yo then take the bitch phone
And you to please hurry home
And the rain drops turned into blood
It looks you just come in from a storm
And if all pussies cover walls, I you run into your own
I come that heroin flow, I come with that never before
My CMB days are dead, I ain't about ghost
I the MOB, we divorced
And all that shit dead out me of course
It's nothing, a zombie, a
You yourself and was suppose to pass me the torch
it, I'll see you in forbes nigga

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