Lil Wayne - Sorry 4 The Wait Lyrics
Ain't nobody f*cking with me First degree murder, you can get your degree Motherf*cker And you ain't gotta wonder 'bout me wonder woman Tune gonna ball, money tall, Paul Bunyan Real n*gga shit, ***** n*ggas gon' hate Pound of the Kush call that b*tch pound cake I hit it from the back And make that b*tch about face And then I gotta split I'm sorry baby, sour grapes She wine, baby don't leave I duck that bullshit, bob and weave Everybody tripping, but I ain't never tripping Leave your ass flatter than my new television I'm talking about money and the power Power and the money This shit is magic Stan Van Gundy I'ma run this shit till I'm the last man runnin' Mack light that shit, then pass that to me Young Money motherf*cker yeah We the shit, yeah Weezy go hard like Cialis Don't love that b*tch, I f*cked that ho She pop X I smoke O's tic-tac-toe And I stink cause I got a lot of shit on my mind They say numbers don't lie, is that a 6 or a 9? I stand in front of the clock Cause I'm ahead of the time Knock your ***** ass off And send your head to your mom I ain't playing with n*ggas, no sir not me And they can't blindfold what my third eye see Yeah I was locked up, but like a bird I'm free And the coupe transform, no Tyrese Hello goodbye, where are you Wayne? I'm somewhere in-between joy and pain And I reach for the stars, got stuck in the clouds Got high as a b*tch and left my love on the ground Now ain't that about a b*tch? It ain't never about a b*tch I'll take your b*tch and make her everybody b*tch Backed up by a bunch of G ass n*ggas And I just bought your girlfriend some knee pads n*gga Eagle street where the real n*ggas hung I'ma rep that shit till Kingdom come Yeah Sharp bring the drank, I bring the punch F*cking with me it's blood, brains or guts F*ck y'all for real though Sleep with the hammer under the pillow Get into the room, bend her over lock her elbows Soon as I'm done peel off like velcro, gone Baby I'm stoned, smoking on the strong Got a huge ass bong, swag off the hoodie Can't use that phone Stopped at the light and put the roof back on One time for the G's, the n*ggas got it lock’d The n*ggas with the keys, the n*ggas on the block The n*ggas with the P's and Q's Put your b*tch ass on the evening news Jumping in the game better read the rules High as a b*tch yeah that's me on the moon F*ck with me that soon, not late And I'm sorry for the motherf*cking wait Tunechi
