Sorry 4 The Wait
(专辑: Sorry 4 The Wait - 2011)
Sorry for the
wait, man Album coming August 29th now Time to let me do this thing Ain't nobody fucking 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 gonna 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 tripping, but I
ain't never tripping Leave your ass flatter than my new television I'm talking '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 running 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
cloc'k 'cause I'm ahead of the
time Knock your pussy ass off and send your head to your mom I
ain't playing 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 about 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 Eagle Street, where the
real niggas hung I'ma rep that shit 'til kingdom come Yeah, $hort bring the
drank, I
bring the
blunts Fucking with me, it's blood, brains or guts, ha! 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 Smoking 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 One time for the
Gs The
niggas got it locked, the
niggas with the
keys The
niggas on the
block, the
niggas on their Ps and Qs Put your bitch-ass on the
evening news Jumping 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
motherfucking wait—Tunechi!