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Nigga, I'm Sorry 4 The Fucking Wait, busy
Racing with Lil Reginae, that's gangsta
You know I come in second place
You hating, it's written all over your

Bitch you jealous, and I was
Bitch you jealous, stunt, stunt, shit 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, still talking that
My sing soprano, so we going leave on a high note
Come out my like Rafael, and crack yours like a taco
Lil Wayne tougher than John
him change 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 trip
Her tongue like the pearly gates
And what said I'll climb the
My other bitches gotta ride the bench, and that said
Bitch you jealous, i'm fly 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 ruffle feathers
But I had to spread my wings, ain't trying to get lemon
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 you and a tissue
Suit because this suit is a rental
Now the snow is just in, like I broke a window
To an igloo, slow a bitch like un momento
I get screwed than scrutinize
I rather get used by a pie
If she fucking it's 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, meditate a monk, but postures when I get drunk
And my goons is than gunk, my do's is as bad as my don'ts
Met a kind of cute 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 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 into blood
It looks like you come in from a storm
And if all pussies 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 worried about ghost
I the MOB, we divorced
And all that shit dead with out me of
nothing, a zombie, a corpse
You yourself and was suppose to pass me the torch
Fuck it, I'll see you in nigga

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