Lil Wayne - Before Tune Gets Back lyrics

Mike, cut something on man you know Never let me get on nothing dawg Man cut man cut man cut some more man Hurry up though before tune gets back, come on Yea, D5 mothaf*cka It's Tunechi Junior b**h Pops let me go ahead get em one time, ya hear me? Hold up Turn my mothaf*ckin mic on And I ain't even til the mothaf*ckin light's on This ain't a dick, this a mothaf*ckin python And if it's well call me, f** Tyrone You know what? It's time for y'all n***as to sit Big a** hoes, no over bullsh** Such a slash, tow my truck, you ain't rich But tell that yo side n***a s** my dick sponsored links 'Cause I got a lot of s**m if you need it, s**m if you need it Them b**hes going crazy for no f*ckin reason I beat you p**sy n***as up til you start bleeding Menstrual cycle, f** it, go ahead bleach em Diarrhea, I'm runnin this sh**, I'm just getting laps on All my n***as strapped up and y'all p**sy n***as got strap on b**h we breathe these 5 stars, b**h we bleed these 5 stars YMCMB, you can come get f**ed by 5 stars She ain't got to talk to boo, I done made her stupid a** walk home I k** a beat, the back row and the yap rolled on as a mothaf*ckin superdome Okay you know I'm a f*ckin beast, yea I'm f*ckin creep You can get these 30 clips Tunechi wanna make a scene Tune let me off the leis, now I run the f**in streets 2 finger in her p**y then I tell that p**y peace uh It's Chuckee, she say yo name Chuckee? Said no, my name Sydney And she don't shed a T if you stupid that's lucky Field bowl em fat, kinda got my nose stuffin All my n***as on gas, quick trip And all my n***as gonna blast this sh** See all y'all n***as doing bad as sh** So really I'ma act a f**in aston ship Truck fit on my neck That truck mean I truck your a** She got junk up in her trunk I guess it's time to take out the trash And you thought this sh** was over Got paper like a f*ckin school folder If her gra** ain't cut get the lawnmower Tony tell em b**hes it's Libra Gang Vocal lessons, let the Nina sing Before I leave up out this b**h they gonna know my f*ckin name Right man, junior junior f** a dog, b**h I got a puma Man these n***as p**y stack no wonder why I was smelling tuna Lame a** boys don't want no trouble P**sy n***as just a bunch of s**ers Smash him, leave mimes, you can call me a motherf**er Man I'm bout to ank a** and it's Shaquille, she's a little teased But big Whitney on my personal, look girls hey say release b**h I'm leaving B.I.G, my gun is little Cesar If that girl don't pop it off, I'll just keep right on her reef Okay that gold pack in my pocket, I'm like a rag up in a socket And when I cop that nina nine you better not co*k thuglet uh YMB the sh**, I say damn everybody else I be kickin girls out the condo, I got a black belt Huh, big bro say it's your time n***a Let what the f** the man said Boy I body these verse that's why they cost a old man a leg Left that coochy smoking, she gonna fail her drug test My chain on freeze, call my sh** under arrest Go! Mike turn the mic off dawg f** I'm just playin around dawg Mike cut the beat off before Tune get back