You Guessed It Lyrics - Sorry 4 The Wait 2 - Lil Wayne

Nigga, I'm Sorry 4 The Fucking Wait, was busy 

Racing Ferrari's with Lil Reginae, that's gangsta 

You know I always come in second place 

you hate me its writin all over your fucking 

Bitch you jealous, and I was right 

Bitch you jealous, stunt, stunt, shit nigga don't like 

Tell a fuck nigga, bitch you jealous 

I'm Sorry 4 The Wait apologetic, bitch you jealous 

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Riding around like Pablo, still talking that blanco 

My nina sing soprano, so we going leave on a high note 

Come out my shell like Rafael, and crack yours like a taco 

Lil Wayne tougher than John Wayne 

Make him change his name to John Doe 

It's me and my lil brother Capo, Lil Marly G, and my bottom bitch 

If I'm falling, it's bottomless, if I'm tripping, it's a power trip 

Her pearl tongue like the pearly gates 

And what said I'll climb the fence 

My other bitches gotta ride the bench, and what that said 

Bitch you jealous, I'm fly like my dreadlocks, propellers 

I think should headline Cochella, my woman a queen like coretta 

And nigga you sleep with the devil 

I couldn't be JR for ever, I don't mean to ruffle your feathers 

But I had to spread my wings, ain't trying to get lemon peppered 

Got too many pistols, too many issues, too many mistakes 

Too many miscues, only made me better, it turned me into 

The man I am today, I'm new and I'm improved 

I got my shit right, it's just you and a tissue 

Suit yourself because this suit is a rental 

Now the snow is just coming in, like I broke a window 

To an igloo, slow a bitch down like un momento 

I rather get screwed than scrutinize 

I rather get used by a cutie pie 

If she ain't fucking it's uber time 

I rather be advised than supervised 

You do the math, we do the numbers 

We pour champagne and expensive wine 

In water guns, and shoot each other, uh 

I get high, meditate like a monk, preposterous when I get drunk 

And my goons is wilder than gunk, my do's is as bad as my don'ts 

Met a kind of cute bitch with a donk 

As long as the bitch got a donk 

And I smell like, pussy, money, and weed 

She said "ooh I like your cologne" 

The last niggas tested us flunk, so please study hard, study long 

Kill yo wife then take the bitch phone 

And text you to please hurry home 

And the rain drops just turned into blood 

It looks like you just come in from a storm 

And if all pussies cover walls, I hope you run into your own 

I come with that heroin flow, I come with that never before 

My CMB days are dead, I ain't worried about ghost 

I married the MOB, we divorced 

And all that shit dead with out me of course 

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It's nothing, a zombie, a corpse 

You burnt yourself and was suppose to pass me the torch 

Fuck it, I'll see you in forbes nigga 

I'm Sorry 4 The Fucking Wait 

It's busy, searching my calender for better days 

You either turn the page, or tear the page 

Y M Young Money nigga, never age 

Bitch you jealous, and I was right 

Bitch you jealous, stunt, stunt, shit nigga don't like 

Tell a fuck nigga, bitch you jealous 

I'm Sorry 4 The Wait apologetic, bitch you jealous 

Now give us our cash and our credit