Lil Wayne - Sorry 4 the Wait lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne - Sorry 4 the Wait lyrics]
Sorry for the wait, man
Album coming August 29th, though
Tez made me do this song
Ain’t nobody fuckin' with me
First-degree murder, you can get your degree
Motherfucker
And you ain’t gotta wonder about me
Wonder Woman
Tune gon' ball, money tall, Paul Bunyan
Real nigga shit, pussy niggas gon' hate
Pound of the kush
Call that bitch "pound cake"
I hit it from the back
And make that bitch about-face
And then I gotta split, sorry, baby
Sour grapes she whine, "Baby, don't leave"
I duck that bullshit, bob and weave
Everybody trippin'
But I ain’t never trippin'
Leave your ass flatter than my new television
I'm talkin' 'bout money and the power
Power and the money
This shit is magic: Stan Van Gundy
I'ma run this shit 'til I'm
The last man runnin'
Mack, light that shit, then pass that to me
Young Money, motherfucker, yeah, we that shit
Yeah, Weezy go hard like Cialis
Don't love that bitch, I fucked that ho
She pop X I smoke O’s tic tac-toe
And I stink
'cause I got a lot of shit 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 pussy ass off and send
Your head to your mom
I ain’t playin' with niggas, 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 bitch and left
My love on the ground
Now, ain’t that 'bout a bitch? It
Ain’t never 'bout a bitch
I'll take your bitch and
Make her everybody bitch
Backed up by a bunch of G-ass niggas
And I just bought your
Girlfriend some kneepads, nigga
Ha, Eagle Street, where the real niggas hung
I'ma rep that shit 'til kingdom come
Yeah, $hort bring the drank
I bring the blunts
Fuckin' with me, it's blood, brains or guts
Argh! Fuck 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
Smokin' 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
Haha, one time for the G’s
The niggas got it locked
The niggas with the keys
The niggas on the block
The niggas on they P’s and Q’s
Put your bitch-ass on the evenin' news
Jumpin' in the game, better read the rules
High as a bitch, yeah, that's me on the moon
Fuck with me, die soon, not late
And I'm sorry for the
Motherfuckin' wait Tunechi!
Album coming August 29th, though
Tez made me do this song
Ain’t nobody fuckin' with me
First-degree murder, you can get your degree
Motherfucker
And you ain’t gotta wonder about me
Wonder Woman
Tune gon' ball, money tall, Paul Bunyan
Real nigga shit, pussy niggas gon' hate
Pound of the kush
Call that bitch "pound cake"
I hit it from the back
And make that bitch about-face
And then I gotta split, sorry, baby
Sour grapes she whine, "Baby, don't leave"
I duck that bullshit, bob and weave
Everybody trippin'
But I ain’t never trippin'
Leave your ass flatter than my new television
I'm talkin' 'bout money and the power
Power and the money
This shit is magic: Stan Van Gundy
I'ma run this shit 'til I'm
The last man runnin'
Mack, light that shit, then pass that to me
Young Money, motherfucker, yeah, we that shit
Yeah, Weezy go hard like Cialis
Don't love that bitch, I fucked that ho
She pop X I smoke O’s tic tac-toe
And I stink
'cause I got a lot of shit 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 pussy ass off and send
Your head to your mom
I ain’t playin' with niggas, 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 bitch and left
My love on the ground
Now, ain’t that 'bout a bitch? It
Ain’t never 'bout a bitch
I'll take your bitch and
Make her everybody bitch
Backed up by a bunch of G-ass niggas
And I just bought your
Girlfriend some kneepads, nigga
Ha, Eagle Street, where the real niggas hung
I'ma rep that shit 'til kingdom come
Yeah, $hort bring the drank
I bring the blunts
Fuckin' with me, it's blood, brains or guts
Argh! Fuck 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
Smokin' 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
Haha, one time for the G’s
The niggas got it locked
The niggas with the keys
The niggas on the block
The niggas on they P’s and Q’s
Put your bitch-ass on the evenin' news
Jumpin' in the game, better read the rules
High as a bitch, yeah, that's me on the moon
Fuck with me, die soon, not late
And I'm sorry for the
Motherfuckin' wait Tunechi!