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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 place
You hating, written all over your 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 Wait apologetic, bitch you
Now us our cash and our credit

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Riding around like Pablo, talking that blanco
My nina soprano, so we going leave on a high note
Come out my shell like Rafael, and crack like a taco
Lil tougher than John Wayne
Make him change his name to 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 pearl like the pearly gates
And what I'll climb the fence
My bitches gotta ride the bench, and what that said
you jealous, I'm fly like my dreadlocks, propellers
I think should here like ochella, my woman a like coretta
And nigga you sleep the devil
I couldn't be JR for ever, I don't mean to your feathers
But I had to spread my wings, 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 right, it's just you and a tissue
Suit because this suit is a rental
Now the is just coming in, like I broke a window
To an igloo, slow a bitch down mmmemento
I rather get screwed than scrutinize, I get used by a cutie pie
If she ain't fucking it's uber
I be advised than supervised
You do the math, we do the
We pour champagne and expensive
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 kind of bitch with a donk, as long as the bitch got a donk
And I smell like, pussy, money, and
She said "ool I like cologne"
The niggas tested us flunk, so please study hard, study long
Kill yo wife take the bitch phone
And text you to please home
And the rain drops turned into blood
It looks like you just in from 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 ain't worried ghost
I married the MOB, we
And all that shit dead with out me of
It's nothing, a zombie, a
You burnt and was suppose to pass me the torch
Fuck it, I'll see you in nigga

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