TKN FORLIFE - 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 f*cked up
I'ma player in this game and all the little players, they might f*ck 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 f*cked 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, f*ck 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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