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Nigga, I'm Sorry 4 The Fucking Wait, it's
Racing Ferrari Lil Reginae, that's gangsta
You know I always come in second
You hating, it's all over 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 talking blanco
My nina soprano, so we going leave on a high note
Come out my shell Rafael, and crack yours like a taco
Lil Wayne than John Wayne
Make him change his to John Doe
It's me and my lil brother Capo, Lil Marly G, and my bottom
If i'm falling, it's bottom list, if i'm tripping, it's a trip
Her pearl tongue 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 be JR for ever, I don't mean to ruffle your feathers
But I had to my wings, ain't trying to get lemon peppered
Got too many pistols, too 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, just you and a tissue
Suit yourself because this is a rental
Now the snow is just in, like I broke a window
To an igloo, slow a bitch like un momento
I rather get screwed than
I rather get by a cutie pie
If she ain't it's uber time
I rather be than supervised
You do the math, we do the
We pour champagne and expensive
In water guns, and each 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 a donk
As long as the bitch got a
And I smell like, pussy, money, and
She said "ool I like cologne"
The last niggas tested us flunk, so study hard, study long
Kill yo wife then take the phone
And text you to please home
And the rain drops just turned blood
It looks like you just in from a storm
And if all pussies cover walls, I you run into your own
I come that heroin flow, I come with that never before
My CMB days are dead, I ain't worried about
I married the MOB, we
And all shit dead with out me of course
It's nothing, a zombie, a
You burnt yourself and was to pass me the torch
Fuck it, I'll see you in nigga

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