Dreams And Nightmares Lyrics - Sorry 4 The Wait 2 - Lil Wayne

Turn the music down in my headphones, yeah 

That noise in the background, that's my skateboard 

That nigga Mack crazy 

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I put my shooters on they feet 

I just give em' yo address and go to sleep 

The money turn my niggas into monsters 

The white done turned my niggas into Nazis, lord 

The money turn my face into a stocking 

Don't make me turn yo baby to a hostage, boy 

Don't make me turn the kid to a foster 

My woman turn my dick into a Mazda, lord 

Body parts in the duffel, the bullets turn your body to a puzzle 

The money turn my bitch into a monster 

She know how to get a check and turn a 0 to a comma, lord 

The money turn my niggas into killas 

The sugar turned the cocaine to Vanilla 

The money turned the bitches into hoes 

The money turned my niggas into foes, Lord 

I put my shooters on they feet 

Give em' yo address and I go out to eat 

Had that Snowman in the hood like Jody Breeze 

She from the hood, but look like she from overseas 

I say, "girl, you know I love you and I care for ya 

I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for ya" 

She say, "fuck these other niggas, they ain't half of ya 

Just keep laughing to the bank, it's hilarious" 

I got a stay at home gun and a travel gun 

Boy, we can sell white... in Africa 

It's like I can't explain, y'all asked me to spit 

Now I'm drooling on my chain, what happened to Wayne? 

I'm like hold up wait a second, y'all thought I was second? 

Hating on a champ throwing salt and not confetti 

We pull up and we shoot then we park the car and edit 

Watch me pull up with no roof that's cause I walk the dog and pet it 

I'm like hold up wait a minute y'all thought I was finished? 

Shoot you in your head then just walk off like I didn't 

Let my money talk so much put my jawbone outta business 

Doing numbers in this bitch I'm like a smart phone with the digits, Bitch! 

Riding round with the volume down, with the windows up and the choppers down 

Soon as we get to yo block it's the motherfucking other way around 

My bitch say I'm too wild she don't even know why she stay around 

I get home and I dick her down now she talking bout' exchange the vows 

If these bullets was paint balls I could fuck around and I could paint a house 

You could tell I pimpin' the way I hit the blunt with my pinky out 

I bring Wine to Amy House we smoke it out and we drank it out, and talk about these 

pussy niggas that ain't about what Wayne about 

I'm hanging out a Mulsanne without a brain is outta his mind 

I pull over I push a button it change like Optimus Prime 

Speaking of change it's a shame how these lames dropping them dimes 

We aim at your grape knock it off now you just Vines 

Blood Gang red rain on these niggas hot if you dry 

My gang top of the line hollering out "Squad Take it outside!" 

I'm a tax payer, I'm a Axe player 

Getting in through the back wayer 

Red devil to the blue collared, unenveloped black mail 

Fed up with the Fed shit and Fed-ex lost my package 

My white girls say "Yeah nigga" my white homies act blackish 

Ain't tall enough for the NBA, I ain't big enough for the NFL 

Should've been in N.W.A. fuck the police, 5-0 and 12 

One time If you don't mind bitch, never say never mind bitch 

You a penny short of a dime, bitch 

No nonsense, had a nine since, I was nine bitch, yeah 

Born to murder bank account on fat bustin' out the girdle 

Tellem boys and nothing sweet it's sauerkraut, ya' heard me? 

They find ya body in New Orleans from Mardi Gras on Bourbon 

Like oh lord! Humphrey Bogart 

It's a bird it's a plane, it's a crowbar 

For the most part, I'm the southern coast guard 

AK-47 spitting flame like a blow torch 

Sorry 4 The Wait 

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