Sorry 4 The Wait Lyrics

Uh, yeah, can we, can we be honest

Can you just be honest

Uh, yeah, can we be honest

Uh, can we be honest

Man, I'm sorry for the shit I did, you know a nigga fucked up

I'ma player in this game and all the little players, they might fuck up

While I'm callin' on your phone, but you won't even go and pick up

All that shit you got me doin', got me feelin' like it's pickup

Playin' basketball, all this shit, I'm runnin' like a bulldog

Big dog, runnin' through this shit just for the state law

Callin' all my brothers, cause she really got me fucked up

All that shit she doin', might just go and get my gun too

Goin' through the E-Way, slidin' the left and I might bust the right

Bangin' outta sight, I got my brothers, so we squeeze the pipe

Never care about hoes, they outta sight, so I might get you right

Bangin' with my brothers and my cousins, yeah, we gettin' right

Ah, fuck the shit you talkin' bout, I been waitin' too long

All these bitches call my phone, so I might sell like Groupon

I need thirties and my fifties, I might runnin' through your home

Never care about hoes, you icky, all these bitches bang my phone

Yeah, she bang my phone

Why you choosin' all these Peter Pipers Yeah, I'm wack domes

Never care about bitches, singing all these traps just in ah song

Never care about hoes, unleashing all my dogs, I let em' go

Let em' go, let the birds fly with the doves, I let em' show

Never care about hoes, I'm throwin' all these 4's like Wendy totes

Never care about hoes, I'm catchin' all these deuces in the tote

Now I'm bangin' out these bitches, poppin' down, I might go stroke

All that shit you really talkin' bout is really in my mind

All the shit I put in music, but I put it in the grind

All the shit I'm really spittin', so it's comin' out my spine

Never cared about these niggas, cause they never really spun

I been on this shit since I was like eleven

Rollin' with my brothers, ten dollars like we was seven

Never care about hoes, I'm shootin shit, I got it ready

I might go hit it, get it, got this hoe like it's Tha fetty

Yeah, graduation, I be pacin

Never care about hoes, you racin', Im erasing

Never care about past tense, I'm up in the past tense

All that shit you talkin' bout, lil' bitch, I might go get you spent

Runnin' off these digits, runnin' off these digits

Countin' out these hunnies, but I like to call you Benjins

Never care about hoes, so I'm spinnin' for these fenjins

Never care about hoes, so I'm spinnin' off this killin

Waitin' too long

I been waitin' too long, I wait too long

I been waitin' too long, I wait too long

Yeah, they got these groupie bitches on my phone, on my phone

Yeah, yeah

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