Lil Wayne - Hot Nigga Lyrics
[Verse:]I'm sorry for the wait niggaI'm tighter than these ***** hoes, I'm chaff, niggaPockets full of crumbs, I'm a bread winnerI'm sorry for the wait niggaI'm aiming at your Beats by Dr. Dre, niggaI put up some ornaments today, niggaCause round here, every day a holiday, niggaThis that Sorry 4 The Wait 2That AK shoot like K doHad to tell myself, 'Tune just stay tuned'Swear I got the hardest stroke, my shit break broomsI been high since 1998, niggaThat's 98 degrees, Nick Lachey, niggaHope you know the Feds got InstagramThey liking every photo that you take niggaI was toting a gun before a switchbladeCut your head off and put it on displayBoy we find out where you live and then we invadeBoy we do not kill no kids but your ***** deadOooh, shawty like the way that you floss outTill I shoot you in the head, now she grossed outI'm the boss, you just heard it from the horse mouthI told a nigga count on me and niggas lost countThis world is only preparation for the nextMoney bags under my eyes, money over restTryna get 100 M's out the alphabetsOpen up my mouth to smile, oooh treasure chestOooh, DJ Stevie J keep the Glock on himI just bought a new .44 and I'mma proud ownerBelfast and Monroe that was our corner*****in' fast in your ho, oooh Kowa-bungaSip some lean, pop a Xan barMy bougie ***** ***** taste like caviarOnce I ***** a *****, her ***** is a landmarkI don't know how you like your steak but I'm in rare form***** them *****ass niggas, ***** whoever care for 'emMomma jumped out a plane, I was airborneGold watches, gold chains, watch for LeprechaunsFavorite subject was PE, Pablo EscobarKill him when he least expect it at a restaurantThrow him with the rest of 'em in a reservoirI'm the renaissance man, peep my repertoireExcuse my french but it's menage a troisOooh, my nina Ross got a bad mouthYea, I'm consuming grass like a cash cowGive a ***** 'bout a police with his badge outIf you ain't got a warrant get up out my damn houseThis that Sorry 4 The Wait 2This an all white affair, I brought the yay throughShe said Tunechi skate through, and I'mma skate youI'm aimin' at your grapefruit, blaow, grape juiceOooh, tell them *****es free dick and blowGive me head, can't kiss no moreI got free jewelry, car keys, and moreAnd I just thought of robbin' like a week agoHundred diamonds on my *****, I don't bling no more200,000 for a show, you gotta speak to PoYeah, got me on my Young Money shitNo Cash Money, just Young Money shitWoah, got me on my Young Money shit[Outro:]My nigga Chaz Ortiz in this ***** with meYoung Mula!
