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

Bitch you jealous, and I was
Bitch you jealous, stunt, stunt, nigga don't lie
Tell a fuck nigga, bitch you
I'm Sorry 4 The Wait apologetic, you jealous
Now us our cash and our credit

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Riding around like Pablo, talking that blanco
My nina sing soprano, so we going leave on a note
Come out my shell like Rafael, and yours like a taco
Lil tougher than John Wayne
Make him his name 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 gotta ride the bench, and what that said
you jealous, I'm fly like my dreadlocks, propellers
I think should here like ochella, my a queen 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 spread my wings, trying to get lemon peppered
Got too pistols, too many issues, too many mistakes
Too many miscues, only made me better, it me into
The man I am today, I'm new and I'm
I got my shit right, it's you and a tissue
Suit because this suit is a rental
Now the snow is just coming in, like I a window
To an igloo, slow a bitch down like
I rather get screwed than scrutinize, I get used by a cutie pie
If she ain't fucking uber 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 is wilder than 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 smell like, pussy, money, and
She said "ool I like cologne"
The last niggas tested us flunk, so please study hard, study
Kill yo wife then take the bitch
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 pussies cover walls, I you run into your own
I come with that heroin flow, I with that never before
My CMB days are dead, I ain't about ghost
I the MOB, we divorced
And all that shit with out me of course
nothing, a zombie, a corpse
You burnt yourself and was suppose to pass me the
Fuck it, I'll see you in forbes

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