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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, it's written all over fuckin'

Bitch you jealous, and I was
Bitch you jealous, stunt, stunt, nigga don't lie
a fuck 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 nina sing soprano, so we going leave on a high
Come out my shell like Rafael, and crack yours like a
Lil tougher than John Wayne
him change his name to John Doe
It's me and my lil brother Capo, Lil 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 pearly
And what said I'll the fence
My bitches gotta ride the bench, and what that said
Bitch you jealous, I'm fly like my dreadlocks,
I think should like ochella, my woman a queen like coretta
And nigga you with 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 pistols, too many issues, too many 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 yourself this suit is a rental
Now the snow is just coming in, I broke a window
To an igloo, a bitch down like mmmemento
I rather get screwed than scrutinize, I rather get by a cutie pie
If she ain't fucking it's time
I rather be advised than
You do the math, we do the
We pour champagne and wine
In water guns, and 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 bitch with a donk, as long as the bitch got a donk
And I like, pussy, money, and weed
She said "ool I your cologne"
The last tested us flunk, so please study hard, study long
Kill yo wife then the bitch phone
And you to please hurry home
And the rain drops just turned blood
It looks like you just come in from a
And if all cover walls, I hope you run into your own
I come with heroin flow, I come with that never before
My CMB are dead, I ain't worried about ghost
I the MOB, we divorced
And all that shit dead with out me of
nothing, a zombie, a corpse
You burnt yourself and was to pass me the torch
it, I'll see you in forbes nigga

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