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    Get rid of the residue, get rid of all the white like Selsun Blue
    It's that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
    I'm so sorry, I feel terrible
    Yeah, I know I keep on telling you
    It's all about the Young fuckin' Money
    It's a war in these streets, I need a Humvee
    The Ak-47 that's my trusty
    Got some tricks up my sleeves, I need some cufflinks
    Oh Lord, these niggas soft, these niggas fluffy
    Another one bites the dust till his gums bleed

    Oh Lord, Public Enemy, Chuck D
    Me with no money is like a bunny with no front teeth
    Fuck me? It's fuck you if it's fuck me
    I hit the kush, blow it out like a bum knee
    Where the haters? Point 'em out and ask 'em "what's beef"
    Stackin' 100 dollar bills in a scrunchie
    Oh Lord, kamikaze kidnappin' killers
    Screamin' fuck the other side
    She ride the dick, the dick gone kill her
    Vehicular homicide, oh Lord
    I'm Sorry 4 The Wait, nigga
    I'm sorry for them other guys

    Lay a nigga down, nina sing his ass a lullaby
    Wave your white flag all you want bitch, I'm colorblind
    Bad bitch with me got thunder thighs and her mother's eyes
    Li-li-li-lick my lollipop like it got gum inside
    Miami in the winter, Cali in the summertime
    My bitch is independent, she don't ask me for a dime
    Love it when we makin' love, hate it when it's fuckin' time
    Disrespect the caterpillar, rave about the butterfly

    Bullet ain't got no name nigga, but you could get it customized
    Run up in your house undisguised, why you look surprised?
    Motherfuckers better fuckin' hide, I feel like Mr. Hyde
    Athletes still gettin' jacked like they missin' tires
    Oh Lord, one of the wildest bees in my hive
    I'll sting a bitch and die anytime

    Hate it when the fuckin' police shut the session down
    We just talkin', we just skatin', we just messin' round
    Tell them niggas that be hatin' we ain't messin' round
    They just barkin', they just fakin', they gon' settle down
    We got bitches, we got beer, we got Bobby Brown

    Skatin' underneath the bridge, dead body found
    Do a trick over the body, hope he smilin' down
    Do a trick off of some stairs, land on solid ground
    Grizzly Gang in this bitch, check the grip tape
    Nigga came on your bitch, ooh milkshake
    Chop a cocaine brick like a sensei

    Break the great white down to a fish plate
    Woo! Pockets on inflate
    Got the Yay locked down like Kim K
    I been sippin' codeine since 10k
    I be cussin' while I'm bussin', die motherfuckers, oh Lord

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