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Sh!t Lyrics - Sorry 4 The Wait 2 - Lil Wayne

I'm so sorry, so sorry 

This, this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2, and I'm so sorry 

 

Sorry 4 The Wait, nigga, Glock 40 for them fake niggas 

Throw a party everyday, nigga, that's an ordinary day, nigga 

Bad bitch in mi casa, no mi casa su casa 

My choppa go doom da-da dai-yai-yai-yada 

 

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Tunechi, bitch, on my Future shit, I'm too legit 

I sleep on a crucifix 

I wake up cranky and turn into a lunatic 

Then shoot my bitch behind orange juice and grits 

Uzi clip, I need another uzi clip, I shoot to kill 

These pussy niggas shooting bricks 

I'm too for real, your head just a souvenir 

She wanna get it off her chest, but her boobs too big 

I'm bumping Carter 5 on a iPod 

My bitch mad as hell cause' it ain't out yet 

She said soon as these niggas hear your new shit 

They going have to give they styles back 

I say "you too cray", she said "you too humble" 

I say "you too, bae", she said "you too sweet" 

Then I asked her do she go both ways 

She say "they do say love is a two way street" 

I said "oooh", talk dirty, talk dirty, dirty, talk dirty to me 

Treat that girl like cuisine, she gon' wanna shoot scenes 

Put my dick in museum, I'm gon' die on my feet 

Never knees in the dirt, never dirt on my knees 

I'm just serving these fiends 

Sell birds to the bees, I sell birds to the trees 

Tune, I heard you don't sleep, I'm allergic to dreams 

I don't twerk, but I tweak for that purple, that pink 

Yeah, you see what I'm saying like you heard what you see 

I'm a verbal disease, I'm allergic to me 

Been a turd on these streets since my curtains was sheets 

Chef on these beats, I'm just stirring the grease 

That bitch you in love with, she working for me 

I personally get you murdered this week 

Like that blunt between my too fingers I'm at peace, word 

I smirk when I squeeze, trigga smart, street smart 

I'm a nerd, I'm a geek, I'm absurd, I'm unique 

Did my time in Cash Money, time served and released 

But this agent ain't free, word, that's the word on these streets 

But that shit is old news, that shit is so yesterweek 

I'm just focused, focused on my expertise 

They like "Tunechi, you good?" I'm like "Bob, yessiree" 

Now don't, I mean don't, don't question me, let me breathe 

Dog, big dog, I cock back and shoot at you fleas 

Money long, tree trunk, now stand under me, catch these leaves 

I guarantee no guarantees, but repeat what you heard 

You a dead parakeet 

It's Tunechi, bitch, yo, bitch, Tunechi, bitch 

I fuck her on my balcony, we watch the moon eclipse 

We do unusual shit, she gonna need lube for this 

Cause' I'mma stick it in her maximus gluteus 

We at the top of the world, she like the view and shit 

From up here everybody look the puniest 

The coke got her all exuberant, she doing lines like a movie script But these are true events, lord 

I'll kill a nigga right now, I'll put a nigga lights out 

Then put his body in a ice box with holes in his body like socks 

These niggas softer than, these niggas softer then nylon 

So keep my name out your mouth, I hope it taste like cayenne 

Looking up at the skyline 

I'm thinking to my fucking self, you only live twice, slime 

And motherfuck you if you fight crime 

I'm from a place where the high crime rate like Iran 

We put yo ass on Nightline. I'm on the grass like a python 

These niggas looking at me, these niggas looking at me sideways 

That's because they on the sideline, but they never try mine 

Spittin' like I'm sipping cyanide while my bitch sip on mai tai 

But she wine fine, and I'm so sorry, she said "don't be sorry" 

Then she said "don't apologize for shit cause you the shit 

And we know Tha Carter 5 the shit, woah" 

 

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Sorry 4 The Wait, nigga, Glock 40 for them fake niggas 

Throw a party everyday, nigga, that's an ordinary day, nigga 

Bad bitch in mi casa, no mi casa su casa 

My choppa go doom da-da dai-yai-yai-yada 

 

I'm so sorry, so sorry 

This, this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2, and I'm so sorry 

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