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

Bitch you jealous, and I was
Bitch you jealous, stunt, stunt, shit nigga lie
Tell a nigga, bitch you jealous
I'm 4 The Wait apologetic, bitch you jealous
Now give us our and our credit

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Riding around like Pablo, still talking blanco
My nina sing soprano, so we going leave on a high
Come out my shell like Rafael, and yours like a taco
Lil Wayne tougher than John
Make him his name to John Doe
me and my lil brother Capo, Lil Marly G, and my bottom bitch
If I'm falling, it's bottom list, if I'm tripping, a power trip
Her pearl like the pearly gates
And what I'll climb the fence
My other bitches gotta ride the bench, and what that
you jealous, I'm fly like my dreadlocks, propellers
I think here like ochella, my woman a queen like coretta
And you sleep with 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 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, I broke a window
To an igloo, slow a bitch like mmmemento
I rather get screwed than scrutinize, I get used by a cutie pie
If she ain't fucking it's uber
I rather be than supervised
You do the math, we do the
We pour champagne and wine
In guns, and shoot each other, uh
I get high, meditate a monk, but postures when I get drunk
And my goons is wilder than gunk, my is as bad as my don'ts
Met a of cute bitch with a donk, as long as the bitch got a donk
And I smell like, pussy, money, and
She "ool I like your cologne"
The last niggas tested us flunk, so study hard, study long
Kill yo then take the bitch phone
And you to please hurry home
And the rain drops just into blood
It looks like you just come in a storm
And if all cover walls, I hope you run into your own
I come that heroin flow, I come with that never before
My CMB days are dead, I worried about ghost
I married the MOB, we
And all that dead with out me of course
nothing, a zombie, a corpse
You burnt and was suppose to pass me the torch
Fuck it, I'll see you in nigga

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