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

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

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Riding around Pablo, still talking that blanco
My nina sing soprano, so we leave on a high note
Come out my shell like Rafael, and yours like a taco
Lil Wayne tougher than Wayne
Make him change his name to Doe
It's me and my lil Capo, Lil Marly G, and my bottom bitch
If I'm falling, it's list, if I'm tripping, it's a power trip
Her pearl tongue like the pearly
And what said climb the fence
My other gotta ride the bench, and what that said
Bitch you jealous, I'm fly my dreadlocks, propellers
I should here like ochella, my woman a queen like coretta
And nigga you sleep the devil
I couldn't be JR for ever, I mean to ruffle your feathers
But I had to spread my wings, ain't trying to get lemon
Got too pistols, too many issues, too many mistakes
Too miscues, only 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 yourself because suit is a rental
Now the snow is just in, like I broke a window
To an igloo, a bitch down like mmmemento
I rather get screwed than scrutinize, I rather get used by a pie
If she ain't fucking it's uber
I rather be advised than
You do the math, we do the
We pour champagne and wine
In guns, and shoot each other, uh
I get high, meditate like a monk, but when I get drunk
And my goons is than gunk, my do's 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 "ool I like your cologne"
The niggas tested us flunk, so please study hard, study long
Kill yo then take the bitch phone
And text you to hurry home
And the rain just turned into blood
It looks like you come in from a storm
And if all pussies walls, I hope you run into your own
I come with that heroin flow, I come with that before
My CMB are dead, I ain't worried about ghost
I the MOB, we divorced
And all shit dead with out me of course
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 Sorry 4 The Fucking
It's busy, searching my calender for better
You either turn the page, or the page
Y M Young nigga, never age