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

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 us our cash and our credit

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Riding like Pablo, still talking that blanco
My sing soprano, so we going leave on a high note
Come out my shell like Rafael, and crack yours like a
Lil Wayne than John Wayne
Make him change his to John Doe
me and my lil brother 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 said climb the fence
My other bitches gotta ride the bench, and what said
Bitch you jealous, I'm fly like my dreadlocks,
I think should here like ochella, my woman a queen 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, ain't trying to get lemon
Got too many pistols, too many issues, too many
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 just you and a
yourself because this suit is a rental
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 fucking it's uber
I rather be than supervised
You do the math, we do the
We champagne and expensive wine
In water guns, and shoot other, uh
I get high, meditate like a monk, but when I get drunk
And my is wilder 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 "ool I like your cologne"
The last niggas tested us flunk, so please study hard, study
yo wife then take the bitch phone
And text you to hurry home
And the drops just turned into blood
It looks like you just come in a storm
And if all cover walls, I hope you run into your own
I come that 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 with out me of course
It's nothing, a zombie, a
You yourself and was suppose to pass me the torch
Fuck it, I'll see you in forbes

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