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Lil Wayne

"Sorry 4 the Wait"

[Intro]
Sorry for the wait man
Album coming August 29th now
Time to let me do this thing

[Verse 1]
Ain’t nobody f*cking with me
First degree murder, you can get your degree, motherf*cker
And you ain’t gotta wonder about me, Wonder Woman
Tune gonna ball, money tall, Paul Bunyan
Real n*gga sh*t, pus*y n*ggas gonna 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, sorry baby, sour grapes
She whine, baby don't leave
I duck that bullsh*t, bob and weave
Everybody trippin', but I ain’t never trippin'
Leave your ass flatter than my new television
I'm talking 'bout money and the power, power and the money
This sh*t is magic: Stan Van Gundy
I'mma run this sh*t 'til I'm the last man runnin
Mack light that sh*t, then pass that to me
Young Money motherf*cker yeah we that sh*t
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 sh*t 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 pus*y 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 sh*t 'til Kingdom come
Yeah Short brang the drank, I bring the blunts
f*cking with me its 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 like 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 hook, you can’t use that phone
Stopped at the light and put my roof back on
One time for the G’s
The n*ggas got it locked, the n*ggas with the keys
The n*ggas on the block, the n*ggas on they 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 thats me on the moon
f*ck with me die soon, not late
And I'm sorry for the motherf*cking wait, Tunechi!

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