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Lil Wayne


Sorry for the wait n*gga
Glock forty for them fake n*ggas
Throw a party every day n*gga
That's an ordinary day n*gga
Bad b*tch in mi casa
No mi casa is su casa
My choppa go doom-da-da ay-ay-adda

[Verse 1]
Tunchi b*tch on my Future sh*t
I'm too legit I sleep on a crucifix
I wake up cranky turn into a lunatic
Then shoot my b*tch and buy orange juice and grits
Oozie clip I need another oozie clip
I shoot to kill these pus*y n*ggas shooting bricks
I'm too for real your head just a souvenir
She want to get it off her chest but her boobs too big
I'm bumping Carter V on an Ipod
My b*tch mad as hell cause it ain't out yet
She said "soon as these n*ggas hear your new sh*t they gon' have to give their styles back"
I say "you too crazy" she said "you too humble"
I say "you too baby" she said "you too sweet"
Then I ask do she go both ways
She said "they do say love is a two way street"
I say ooh
Talk dirty, talk dirty, dirty talk dirty to me
Treat that girl like cuisine she gon' want to shoot scenes
Put my di*k in museum I gon' die on my feet
Never knees in the dirt never dirt on my knees
I'm just serving these fiends
I sell birds to the bees I sell birds to the trees
"Tune I heard you don't sleep" I'm allergic to dreams
I don't twerk but I tweak for that purp for that pink
Ya you see what I'm saying like you heard what I see
I'm a verbal disease I'm allergic to me
Been a turd on these streets since my curtains were sheets
Chefs on these beats I'm just stiring the grease
That b*tch you in love when she working for me
I personally get you murdered this week
Like that blunt between my two fingers I'm at peace
Word I smirk when I squeeze
Trigger smart street smart I'm a nerd I'm a geek
I'm absurd I'm unique
Did my time at Cash Money time served and release
But this agent ain't free word
That's just word on these streets
But that sh*t is old news that sh*t yester-week
I'm just focused, focused on my expertise
They like "Tunechi you good" I'm like Bob yes sire
Don't, I mean don't, don't question me let me breath
Dawg, big dawg, I c*ck back and shoot at your fleas
Money long tree trunk, now stand under me catch these leaves
I guarantee no guarantees but repeat what you heard you a dead parakeet
This Tunechi b*tch your b*tch Tunechi's b*tch
I f*ck her on the balcony we watch the moon eclipse
We do the usual sh*t she gon' need lube for this
Cause I'mma stick it in her maximus gluteus
We at the top of the world she like the view and sh*t
From up here everybody look the puniest
The coke got her all exuberant
She doing lines like a movie script
But these are true events lord
I'll kill a n*gga right now, I'll put a n*gga lights out
Then put a n*gga's body in an ice box
With holes in his body like socks
These n*ggas softer than, these n*ggas softer than nylon
So keep my name out your mouth I hope it taste like cayenne
Looking up to the skyline
Thinking to myself you only live twice slime
And motherf*ck you if you fight crime
I'm from a place where the high crime rate Iran
We put your ass on nigthtline
I'm on the grass like a python
These n*ggas looking at me
These n*ggas looking at me sideways
That's because they on the sideline but they never try mine
Spinning like I'm sipping cyanide
Why my b*tch sipping Mai Tai but she wine fine
And I'm so sorry she said don't be sorry
Then she said don't apologize for sh*t cause you the sh*t and we know the Carter V the sh*t


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