Lil Wayne - U Guessed It Lyrics
[Intro]Nigga, I'm Sorry 4 The *****ing Wait, it's busyRacing Ferrari with Lil Reginae, that's gangstaYou know I always come in second placeYou hating, it's written all over your *****in'[Hook]***** you jealous, and I was right***** you jealous, stunt, stunt, shit nigga don't lieTell a ***** nigga, ***** you jealousI'm Sorry 4 The Wait apologetic, ***** you jealousNow give us our cash and our credit[Verse 1]Riding around like Pablo, still talking that blancoMy nina sing soprano, so we going leave on a high noteCome out my shell like Rafael, and crack yours like a tacoLil Wayne tougher than John WayneMake him change his name to John DoeIt's me and my lil brother Capo, Lil Marly G, and my bottom *****If i'm falling, it's bottom list, if i'm tripping, it's a power tripHer pearl tongue like the pearly gatesAnd what said I'll climb the fenceMy other *****es gotta ride the bench, and what that said***** you jealous, i'm fly like my dreadlocks, propellersI think should here like ochella, my woman a queen like corettaAnd nigga you sleep with the devilI couldn't be JR for ever, I don't mean to ruffle your feathersBut I had to spread my wings, ain't trying to get lemon pepperedGot too many pistols, too many issues, too many mistakesToo many miscues, only made me better, it turned me intoThe man I am today, i'm new and i'm improvedI got my shit right, it's just you and a tissueSuit yourself because this suit is a rentalNow the snow is just coming in, like I broke a windowTo an igloo, slow a ***** down like un momentoI rather get screwed than scrutinizeI rather get used by a cutie pieIf she ain't *****ing it's uber timeI rather be advised than supervisedYou do the math, we do the numbersWe pour champagne and expensive wineIn water guns, and shoot each other, uhI get high, meditate like a monk, but postures when I get drunkAnd my goons is wilder than gunk, my do's is as bad as my don'tsMet a kind of cute ***** with a donkAs long as the ***** got a donkAnd I smell like, *****, money, and weedShe said "ool I like your cologne"The last niggas tested us flunk, so please study hard, study longKill yo wife then take the ***** phoneAnd text you to please hurry homeAnd the rain drops just turned into bloodIt looks like you just come in from a stormAnd if all pussies cover walls, I hope you run into your ownI come with that heroin flow, I come with that never beforeMy CMB days are dead, I ain't worried about ghostI married the MOB, we divorcedAnd all that shit dead with out me of courseIt's nothing, a zombie, a corpseYou burnt yourself and was suppose to pass me the torch***** it, I'll see you in forbes niggaI'm Sorry 4 The *****ing WaitIt's busy, searching my calender for better daysYou either turn the page, or tear the pageY M Young Money nigga, never age[Hook]
