Lil Wayne - Mr. Postman lyrics

(voice) I been standin here waitin here mr. postman So-o-o patiently for just a card, for just a letter sayin is he comin home to me (lil' Wayne) Thats right darlin' Its ya baby baby! (hah) I got her waitin on me she lookin down tha block she see me walkin' up and she run to the mailbox she say its feels like she's up in a cell block and I open her cell lock Im the: (voice) postman (wayne) Just come to make my mail drop more masculine than him im nastier than him im pa**in her and him in something faster than them and then he like: damn there go that ba*tard again He the: (voice) postman (wayne) and she correct him and I respect her and he protect her and she neglect him and he caress her and she molest me he must be weak 'cause me, I'm just the (voice) postman and when her man home, Im the ghost, man why you think she holdin that pillow close man? why you think she wont open the bathroom door? shes no who*e she want more of the (voice) postman (wayne) Girlfriend snatcher, i dont care if your attached, if thats her, then thats her, and thats me to smash her, now she hanging up her high a** skirt on the (postman) yeah baby i got that comeback, I'll melt your walls like a thumbtack, so miss humpback i know what to do with all that, fall back, I'll put you in the center (postman) That's big talk for a little guy, But im walkin without reply, she got her legs up, she tryin to walk in da sky, she calling for god, and she callin on I she say: (postman) I'm like: "yea baby, im right here baby, he's here baby!" She like: "yea baby!" heres a chain letter and some magazines, keep it clean, he will never think it was the (postman) (beat continues) yeah she love my gangsta, she feel my swagger, I'm there every week just to give her her package, I pick up her bills and I pick up her taxes, You might find a few STAMPS on your mattress from the (postman) She want young holly grove in a envelope, im her private note and you aint gotta know, im her fantasy, she always got letters on the canopy, waiting for the (postman) no postal service i just got my social workin', and your girl is lurkin', and this world is dirty, and your girl is nervous, to give me head in the convertible im the (postman) kind and curtious, she love that in me, she love me in her, and i love that plenty, it never fails, im sorry homeboy, but you got mail, im the (postman) (beat continues)