Sorry 4 The Wait

歌詞

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? l 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, Short 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 PS 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!