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Nigga, I'm 4 The Fucking Wait, it's busy
Racing Ferrari 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 nigga, bitch you jealous
I'm Sorry 4 The Wait apologetic, bitch you
Now give us our and our credit

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Riding around like Pablo, still talking that
My nina soprano, so we going leave on a high note
Come out my shell like Rafael, and crack like a taco
Lil tougher than John Wayne
Make him his name to John Doe
It's me and my lil brother Capo, Lil G, and my bottom bitch
If I'm falling, it's bottom list, if I'm tripping, it's a trip
Her pearl like the pearly gates
And said I'll climb the fence
My bitches gotta ride the bench, and what that 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 with the
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 many pistols, too many issues, too mistakes
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
Suit because this suit is a rental
Now the snow is just coming in, I broke a window
To an igloo, slow a bitch down mmmemento
I rather get than scrutinize, I rather get used by a cutie pie
If she fucking it's uber time
I rather be than supervised
You do the math, we do the
We pour and expensive wine
In water guns, and each other, uh
I get high, meditate 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 bitch a donk, as long 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 hard, study long
yo wife then take the bitch phone
And text you to hurry home
And the rain drops just turned into
It looks like you 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 about ghost
I married the MOB, we
And all shit dead with 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 better
You either turn the page, or the page
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