Lil Wayne - You Guessed It lyrics

[Intro] n***a, I'm Sorry 4 The f**king Wait, was busy Racing Ferrari with Lil Reginae, that's gangsta You know I always come in second place You hating, it's written all over your f**kin' [Hook] b**ch you jealous, and I was right b**ch you jealous, stunt, stunt, sh*t n***a don't like Tell a f**k n***a, b**ch you jealous I'm Sorry 4 The Wait apologetic, b**ch you jealous Now give us our cash and our credit [Verse 1] Riding around like Pablo, still talking that blanco My nina sing soprano, so we going 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 b**ch 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'll climb the fence My other b**ches gotta ride the bench, and with that said b**ch you jealous, I'm fly like my dreadlocks, propellers I think should headline Coachella, my woman a queen like coretta And n***a you sleep with the devil I couldn't be JR for ever, 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 sh*t 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 b**ch down like un momento I rather get screwed than scrutinize I rather get used by a cutie pie If she ain't f**king 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 kind of cute b**ch with a donk As long as the b**ch got a donk And I smell like, p**y, money, and weed She said "ool I like your cologne" The last n***as tested us flunk, so please study hard, study long k** yo wife then take the b**ch phone And text you to please hurry home And the rain drops just turned into blood It looks like you just come in from a storm And if all pussies cover walls, I hope you run into your own I come with that h**n flow, I come with that never before My CMB days are dead, I ain't worried about ghost I married the MOB, we divorced And all that sh*t dead with out me of course It's nothing, a zombie, a corpse You burnt yourself and was suppose to pa** me the torch f**k it, I'll see you in forbes n***a I'm Sorry 4 The f**king Wait It's busy, searching my calender for better days You either turn the page, or tear the page Y M Young Money n***a, never age [Hook]