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Nigga, I'm 4 The Fucking Wait, it's busy
Racing Ferrari with Lil Reginae, that's
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, you jealous
I'm 4 The Wait apologetic, bitch you jealous
Now us our cash and our credit

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Riding around like Pablo, still that blanco
My nina sing soprano, so we going on a high note
Come out my shell Rafael, and crack yours like a taco
Lil Wayne tougher than Wayne
Make him 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 gates
And what said I'll climb the
My bitches gotta ride the bench, and what that said
Bitch you jealous, I'm fly like my dreadlocks,
I think should here like ochella, my woman a like coretta
And nigga you sleep the devil
I couldn't be JR for ever, I don't mean to your feathers
But I had to my wings, ain't trying to get lemon peppered
Got too many pistols, too many issues, too mistakes
Too miscues, only made me better, it turned me into
The man I am today, I'm new and I'm
I got my shit right, just you and a tissue
Suit yourself because suit is a rental
Now the snow is just coming in, like I broke a
To an igloo, slow a bitch down like
I rather get screwed scrutinize, I rather get used by a cutie 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 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 gunk, my do's is as bad as my don'ts
Met a kind of cute bitch with a donk, as long as the got a donk
And I like, pussy, money, and weed
She said "ool I your cologne"
The last niggas tested us flunk, so please study hard, study
Kill yo wife then take the phone
And you to please hurry home
And the drops just turned into blood
It looks you just come in from a storm
And if all pussies cover walls, I hope you run into own
I come with 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 that shit dead 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 Wait
It's busy, my calender for better days
You either turn the page, or tear the
Y M Young Money nigga, age