Lil Wayne - Sh!t Remix Lyrics
[Intro]I'm so sorry, so sorryThis, this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2, and I'm so sorry[Hook]Sorry 4 The Wait, nigga, Glock 40 for them fake niggasThrow a party everyday, nigga, that's an ordinary day, niggaBad ***** in mi casa, no mi casa su casaMy choppa go doomDada thahehahehahehahya[Verse 1]Tunechi, *****, on my Future shit, I'm too legitI sleep on a crucifixI wake up crank and turn into a lunaticThen shoot my ***** behind orange juice and gritsUzi clip, I need another uzi clip, I shoot to killThese ***** niggas shooting bricksI'm too for real, your head just a souvenirShe wanna get it off her chest, but her *****s too bigI'm bumping Carter 5 on a iPodMy ***** mad as hell cause' it ain't out yetShe said soon as these niggas hear your new shitThey going have to give they styles backI said "you too cray", she said "you too humble"I said "you too, bae", she said "you too sweet"Then I asked her do she go both waysShe say "they do say love is a two way street"I said "oooh", talk dirty, talk dirty, dirty, talk dirty to meTreat that girl like cuisine, she gon' wanna shoot scenesPut my dick in museum, I'm gon' die on my feetNever knees in the dirt, never dirt on my kneesI'm just serving these fiendsSell birds to the bees, I sell birds to the treesTune, I heard you don't sleep, I'm allergic to dreamsI don't twerk, but I tweak for that purple, that pinkYeah, you see what I'm saying like you heard what you seeI'm a verbal disease, I'm allergic to meBeen a turd on these streets since my curtains was sheetsChef on these beats, I'm just stirring the greaseThat ***** you in love with, she working for meI personally get you murdered this weekLike that blunt between my too fingers I'm at peace, wordI smirk when I screech, trigga smart, street smartI'm a nerd, I'm a geek, I'm absurd, I'm uniqueDid my time in Cash Money, time served and releasedBut this agent ain't free, word, that's the word on these streetsBut that shit is old news, that shit is so yesterweekI'm just focused, focused on my expertiseThey like "Tunechi, you good?" I'm like "Bob, yessiree"Now don't, I mean don't, don't question me, let me breatheDog, big dog, I ***** back and shoot at ya fleasMoney long, tree trunk, now stand under me, catch these leavesI guarantee no guarantees, but repeat what you heardYou a dead parakeetIt's Tunechi, *****, yo, *****, Tunechi, *****I ***** her on my balcony, we watch the moon eclipseWe do unusual shit, she gonna need lube for thisCause' I'mma stick it in her maximus gluteusWe at the top of the world, she like the view and shitFrom up here everybody look the puniestThe coke got her all exuberant, she doing lines like a movie script But these are true events, lordI'll kill a nigga right now, I'll put a nigga lights outThen put his body in a ice box with holes in his body like socksThese niggas softer than, these niggas softer then nylonSo keep my name out your mouth, I hope it taste like cayenneLooking up at the skylineI'm thinking to my *****ing self, you only live twice, slimeAnd mother***** you if you fight crimeI'm from a place where the high crime rate like IranWe put yo ass on Nightline. I'm on the grass like a pythonThese niggas looking at me, these niggas looking at me sidewaysThat's because they on the sideline, but they never try mineSpittin' like I'm sipping cyanide while my ***** sip on mai taiBut she wine fine, and I'm so sorry, she said "don't be sorry"Then she said "don't apologize for shit cause you the shitAnd we know Tha Carter 5 the shit, woah"[Hook]Sorry 4 The Wait, nigga, Glock 40 for them fake niggasThrow a party everyday, nigga, that's an ordinary day, niggaBad ***** in mi casa, no mi casa su casaMy choppa go doomDada thahehahehahehahya
