Artist: Lil Wayne Album: Sorry 4 the Wait 2 Song: You Guessed It Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Intro: Lil Wayne] {*muttering*} Nigga! I'm sorry for the fuckin' wait Was busy, racin' Ferraris with Lil Reginae That's gangsta, you know I always come in second place You hatin', it's written all over your fuckin' [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Bitch, you jealous Woo! And I was right Yeah, hehe, bitch, you jealous Stuntin' on these, stunt, stunt, shit niggas don't like Hehe, tell a fuck nigga "Bitch, you jealous" I'm sorry for the wait, apologetic Yeah, uh, bitch, you jealous Now give us our cash and our credit Pop, pop, sorry for the [Lil Wayne] Ridin' around like Pablo, still talkin' that blanco My Nina sing soprano so we gon' leave on a high note Come out my shell like Raphael, 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 Marley G and my bottom bitch If I'm fallin', it's bottomless; if I'm trippin', 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 Jr. 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 comin' 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 fuckin', 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 Woo! And all that shit dead with out me of course it's nothin', 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 fuckin' wait Was busy, searchin' my calender for better days I found 'em - you either turn the page or tear the page Y. M., Young Money, never age [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Bitch you jealous, woo! And I was right, yeah Tell a fuck nigga "Bitch, you jealous" Stuntin' on these, stunt, stunt, shit niggas don't like Yeah, hehe, bitch, you jealous I'm sorry for the wait, apologetic Hey, uh, bitch, you jealous Now give us our cash and our credit Hey, pop, wait