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Nigga, I'm Sorry 4 The Fucking Wait, it's busy Racing Ferrari with Lil Reginae, that's gangsta You know I always come in second place You hating, it's written all over your fuckin' Bitch you jealous, and I was right Bitch you jealous, stunt, stunt, shit nigga don't lie Tell a fuck nigga, bitch you jealous I'm Sorry 4 The Wait apologetic, bitch you jealous Now give us our cash and our credit Riding around like Pablo, still talking that blanco My nina sing soprano, so we going leave on a high note Come out my shell like Rafael, and crack yours like a taco Lil Wayne tougher than John Wayne Make him change his name to John Doe It's 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, it's a power trip Her pearl tongue like the pearly gates And what said I'll climb the fence My other bitches gotta ride the bench, and what that said Bitch you jealous, I'm fly like my dreadlocks, propellers I think should here like ochella, my woman a queen like coretta And nigga you sleep with the devil I couldn't be JR for ever, I don't mean to ruffle your feathers But I had to spread my wings, ain't trying to get lemon peppered SongtexteGot too many pistols, too many issues, too many mistakes Too many miscues, only made me better, it turned me into The man I am today, I'm new and I'm improved I got my shit right, it's just you and a tissue Suit yourself because this suit is a rental Now the snow is just coming in, like I broke a window To an igloo, slow a bitch down like mmmemento I rather get screwed than scrutinize, I rather get used by a cutie pie If she ain't fucking it's uber time I rather be advised than supervised You do the math, we do the numbers We pour champagne and expensive wine In water guns, and shoot each other, uh I get high, meditate like a monk, but postures when I get drunk And my goons is wilder than gunk, my do's is as bad as my don'ts Met a kind of cute bitch with a donk, as long as the bitch got a donk And I smell like, pussy, money, and weed She said "ool I like your cologne" The last niggas tested us flunk, so please study hard, study long Kill yo wife then take the bitch phone And text you to please hurry home And the rain drops just turned into blood It looks like you just come in from a storm And if all pussies cover walls, I hope you run into your own I come with that heroin flow, I come with that never before My CMB days are dead, I ain't worried about ghost I married the MOB, we divorced And all that shit dead with out me of course It's nothing, a zombie, a corpse You burnt yourself and was suppose to pass me the torch Fuck it, I'll see you in forbes nigga I'm Sorry 4 The Fucking Wait It's busy, searching my calender for better days You either turn the page, or tear the page Y M Young Money nigga, never age Bitch you jealous, and I was right Bitch you jealous, stunt, stunt, shit nigga don't lie Tell a fuck nigga, bitch you jealous I'm Sorry 4 The Wait apologetic, bitch you jealous Now give us our cash and our credit Aus Songtexte Mania