You Guessed It (Explicit)

歌詞

Nigga I'm Sorry 4 The Fucking Wait, was busy Racing Ferraris with Lil Reginae, that's gangsta You know I always come in second place, you hatin' It's written all over your fuckin' Bitch you jealous, woo, and I was right, yeah Bitch you jealous, stunt, stunt, shit niggas 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 Riding around like Pablo, still talking that blanco My Nina sing soprano So we gon' 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 with that said I climb the fence My other bitches gotta ride the bench And with that said - bitch you jealous I'm fly like my dreadlocks propellers I think I should headline Coachella My woman a queen like Coretta And nigga you sleep with the devil I couldn't be Junior forever, 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'd rather get screwed than scrutinized I'd 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 Gronk My do's is as bad as my don'ts Met a kinda-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 your wife, then take the bitch phone And text you to please hurry home And the rain drops turn into blood Look like you just come in from a storm And if all pussies come with walls I hope you run into your own Nigga I come with that heroin flow I come with that never before My CMB days are dead I ain't worried bout ghost I married the MOB, we divorced And all that shit dead with out me of course 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 for the fucking wait Was busy, searching my calender for better days I found 'em - you either turn the page, or tear the page Y. M., Young Money, never age Bitch you jealous, woo, and I was right, yeah Bitch you jealous, stunt, stunt, shit niggas 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