Trap House Lyrics - Sorry 4 The Wait 2 - Lil Wayne

Oh yeah little Tunechi got it jumpin' like Jordan 

These pussy ass niggas can't guard me 

These rookie ass niggas still crawling 

These lookin' ass niggas eye ballin' 

These hooking ass bitches eye balling 

But I got a bad bitch at home cooking dinner 

Hi honey, I'm home, I'm starving 

These crooked ass cops still winning 

Black mad family still mourning 

Black president ain't do nothing 

We need a real nigga up in that office 

Got the White House jumping like Jordan 

Got the crack house jumping like Jordan 

I want my new house bigger than Jordan's 

With a backyard bigger than the forest 

Like "ooh!" bear I'm jumping like Jordan 

Hoes at the door and they arguing 

This dick is a super star, they want stardom 

My life like Bailey and Barnum 

These bitches ain't got no manners 

These niggas ain't got no standards 

My bitch ain't got no love handles 

Boy I'm clippin' that toe on that camel 

I got bitches that'll kill for me, Charles Manson 

Suck this thuggish ruggish bone, swallow that bone marrow 

Chopper sitting on my lap like the mall Santa 

Nigga shoot you all in your gall bladder 

Your pallbearers need pallbearers 

I'm mixing weed like gumbo 

I knock your head-off rambo 

Homeboys be cutthroat 

That shit got me with a lump throat 

But Tunechi bigger than Elvis Presley 

Young Money was my best investment 

Going harder than my predecessor 

I don't break records, I set records 

Lil Tunechi got me back like Kobe 

Niggas stab me in the back I owe 'em 

Got a house on the hills 

Now a nigga gotta deal with mountain lions and coyote 

See me? I keep that Semi, and friendly? I can't be friendly 

Freckles them bullet holes look like freckles you look like Wendy's 

Cops in the hills jumping like Jordan 

I can't swim but I'm throwing pool parties 

Got a bitch over there and a bitch over there 

A young nigga starting to feel cornered 

My LA house jumpin like Jordan 

My Miami House jumping' like Jordan 

Can't forget about my house in New Orleans 

So, sorry for the wait, I'm sorry 

I want my new bitch titties enormous 

With a backyard and a pretty garden 

With a pussy more pink than an orchid 

Young nigga gonna treat her like a florist 

I got my side bitch feeling important 

I got my main bitch feeling immortal 

I got my ex bitch feeling insulted 

Cause wifey get money like Kimora 

I got a fine bitch feeling exhausted 

Cause I'mma put this dick on her till tomorrow 

I'mma pull up on a bitch in a Gallardo 

Then I'mma take the top off like a barber 

I go down and kiss, I Pearl Harbor 

She's so down with this New World Order 

Fuck the shit outta her in a sauna 

Sweat her hair out, she look like Al Sharpton 

Got a goon named Fernando 

At the front door of your Condo 

Knock knock, who's there? He don't care, he's psycho 

Bad bitch with a nice throat 

She ice cold and she likes hoes 

Oooh, she just my type 

These other hoes just typos 

Young nigga coming back like Jordan 

So sorry for the wait, I'm sorry 

Yeah, a nigga had to go back to the stash 

But a nigga stache like James Harden 

Young nigga drink lean like water 

Young nigga smoke weed like Marley 

Young nigga on the moon like Warren 

Young nigga on his shit like a charmin 

My bitch got a rack like Dolly Parton 

Fuck her all night to some Marvin 

Fall asleep in the pussy good lordy 

Woke up in a new Bugatti good morning 

Young nigga got guns goodluck 

Nina ross say me so horny 

Lil Tunechi at the top its so lonely 

Got bad pockets never-roni 

I'm with a model bitch she so bony 

Got to shook shoot up its so foamy 

I just cooked this up its still hot 

You could still smell the kitchen on me 

Nigga I have your homies singing damn I miss my homie 

I got a mountain of weed 

I got a mountain of cash 

I got mountains like Wyoming 

I got a bad bitch and she foreign 

She always mad with me I sorry 

She say damn why you can't call me 

Cuz they be taxing for that roamin' 

She a tan bitch she orange 

I can't stand a snitch an informant 

Niggas cook crack on a Forman while you all boys was still sparing ohh 

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This that Sorry for the Wait 2 

Tell the dead homies you pray to you're on your way too 

That the truth is hard to swallow you got fake juice 

Even Slick Rick the ruler know I break rules, ohh 

Got the gas out shootin' like Jordan 

I put your homeboy face on a t-shirt 

And put your own face on a milk carton 

Busy, I've been so busy 

Ain't even have time for quickies 

That's why my bitch been so bitchy 

I'm outchea tryin' to get me 

I'm coming back out jumping like I'm Jordan 

I'm sorry for the wait I'm tardy 

I wrote a letter to my competition 

It started off with dearly departed 

Hippie I be so trippy 

Give her pussy a hicky 

I hope she ain't strictly dickly 

So we can menage to Nicki, ohh 

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