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

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

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Riding like Pablo, still talking that blanco
My nina soprano, so we going leave on a high note
Come out my shell like Rafael, and crack yours a taco
Lil Wayne tougher than John
Make him change his name to Doe
It's me and my lil brother Capo, Lil Marly G, and my bottom
If i'm falling, it's list, if i'm tripping, it's a power trip
Her pearl tongue the pearly gates
And what said I'll climb the
My other bitches gotta the bench, and what that said
Bitch you jealous, i'm fly like my dreadlocks,
I think should here ochella, my woman a queen like coretta
And nigga you sleep the devil
I couldn't be JR for ever, I don't to ruffle your feathers
But I had to spread my wings, ain't to get lemon peppered
Got too pistols, too many issues, too many mistakes
Too many miscues, only made me better, it turned me
The man I am today, i'm new and i'm
I got my right, it's just you and a tissue
yourself because this suit is a rental
Now the snow is just coming in, I broke 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 guns, and shoot each other, uh
I get high, meditate like a monk, but postures when I get
And my goons is 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 like cologne"
The last niggas tested us flunk, so please study hard, long
Kill yo wife then take the phone
And text you to hurry home
And the rain drops just into blood
It like you just come in from a storm
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 worried ghost
I the MOB, we divorced
And all that shit with out me of course
It's nothing, a zombie, a
You burnt and was suppose to pass me the torch
it, I'll see you in forbes nigga

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