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Lil Wayne - You Guessed It lyrics

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'
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
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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

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