Throwed Off Freestyle Lyrics - Sorry 4 The Wait - Lil Wayne

[Gudda Gudda:] 

Yeah, 

Ok, I walk up in the club Louie-Louies with the cherry bottoms 

Bad bitch on my arm with a Halle Berry body 

You know what I do, I, g-get straight to the moolah 

Wrist wear frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller 

I'm reppin' young moolah, Gudda [x2], I 

Remember when I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box 

Now I got two large accounts with money stacks and large amounts 

What the fuck you niggas talkin' bout, cause we ain't tryin' talk it out 

Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, let's talk it out 

Let that chopper start to sing and let it ring and then I'm out 

Yeah, you know what I'm sippin', purple got me trippin' 

Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard 

I'm on South Beach chillin' and I'm tryin' to fuck every hottie 

Get her to the crib and make her fuck everybody 

You know the team, it's Young Money over everybody 

In the rap game, so it's fuck everybody 

[Lil Wayne:] 

Married to the mob, bury you alive 

My girl pussy feel like heaven to a God 

And I came in this bitch with my niggas 

Kidnap the baby and the fuckin' babysitter, yeah 

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I be doin' me, don't give a fuck bout what you doin' 

Blood gang bitch, big B's, Boston Bruins 

I could do this shit, eyes closed, nothin' to it 

Bullets fuck your body up, they ain't even tryna view it 

I go tough, I go stupid 

Murk your pussy ass and everyone you in cahoots with 

Fuck you with a pool stick 

Make you swallow two dicks 

Fuckin' right, we ruthless 

We done watched too many movies 

Then smoked too many doobies 

Murk you out, then deuces 

We don't know what truce is 

That bullet proof vest so useless 

Flag red like bruises 

Shoot ya head with them uzis 

I swear, your honor, I ain't a dealer, I'm a user, ya dig 

I load up the sig, point it at ya wig 

Pull over on the highway, throw you off the bridge 

We don't give a fuck, and we ain't never did 

Shit, three words you never hear, let him live 

I'm in my own zone, it got me throwed off 

I break these bitches down, I break these hoes off 

Lil Tunechi is my name, I got Gudda on the tape 

Public apology, sorry for the wait 

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