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

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

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Riding around like Pablo, talking that blanco
My nina sing soprano, so we leave on a high note
Come out my shell like Rafael, and crack yours like a
Lil Wayne tougher John Wayne
Make him change his 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, a power trip
Her tongue like the pearly gates
And what I'll climb the fence
My other bitches gotta ride the bench, and what said
Bitch you jealous, i'm fly my dreadlocks, propellers
I think should here ochella, my woman a queen like coretta
And you sleep with the devil
I couldn't be JR for ever, I 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, made 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 because this suit is a rental
Now the snow is just coming in, like I a window
To an igloo, a bitch down like un momento
I rather get screwed scrutinize
I rather get used by a pie
If she ain't fucking uber time
I rather be advised than
You do the math, we do the
We pour and expensive wine
In water guns, and each other, uh
I get high, meditate 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 cute bitch with a
As long as the bitch got a
And I like, pussy, money, and weed
She said "ool I your cologne"
The last niggas tested us flunk, so please study hard, long
Kill yo wife then the bitch phone
And text you to please home
And the rain drops just into blood
It looks like you come in from a storm
And if all pussies cover walls, I you run into your own
I come with that flow, I come with that never before
My CMB days are dead, I ain't worried ghost
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 suppose to me the torch
Fuck it, I'll see you in nigga

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