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

Bitch you jealous, and I was
Bitch you jealous, stunt, stunt, shit don't lie
Tell a nigga, bitch you jealous
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 nina sing soprano, so we going leave on a high
Come out my shell like Rafael, and crack yours a taco
Lil Wayne than John 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 list, if I'm tripping, it's a power trip
Her pearl like the pearly gates
And said I'll climb the fence
My other bitches ride the bench, and what that said
you jealous, I'm fly like my dreadlocks, propellers
I think here 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, ain't to get lemon peppered
Got too many pistols, too many issues, too mistakes
Too many miscues, made me better, it turned me into
The man I am today, I'm new and I'm
I got my right, it's just you and a tissue
Suit yourself because suit is a rental
Now the snow is just coming in, like I a window
To an igloo, slow a bitch down like
I get screwed than scrutinize, I rather get used by a cutie pie
If she fucking it's uber time
I be advised than supervised
You do the math, we do the
We pour champagne and expensive
In water guns, and shoot other, uh
I get high, meditate like a monk, but postures 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 donk
And I like, pussy, money, and weed
She said "ool I your cologne"
The last niggas tested us flunk, so please hard, study long
Kill yo wife then take the bitch
And text you to please hurry
And the rain drops just turned into
It looks like you just come in from a
And if all cover walls, I hope you run into your own
I come with that heroin flow, I come with never before
My CMB days are dead, I ain't about ghost
I the MOB, we divorced
And all that dead with out me of course
It's nothing, a zombie, a
You burnt yourself and was suppose to me the torch
it, I'll see you in forbes nigga

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