[Lil Wayne] Ooh, yeah Lil Tunechi got it jumping like Jordan These pussy ass niggas can’t guard me These rookie ass niggas still crawling These looking ass niggas eye ballin’ These hooking ass bitches eye balling But I got a bad bitch at home cooking dinner Hi honey, I’m home, I’m starving These crooked ass cops still winning Black man family still mourning Black president ain’t do nothing We need a real nigga up in that office Got the White House jumping like Jordan Got the crack house jumping like Jordan I want my new house bigger than Jordan’s With a backyard bigger than a forest Like “ooh”, bedroom jumping like Jordan Hoes at the door and they arguing This dick is a super star, they want stardom My life like Bailey and Barnum’s These bitches ain’t got no manners These niggas ain’t got no standards My bitch ain’t got no love handles Boy I’m clipping that toe on that camel I got bitches that will kill for me, Charles Manson Suck this thuggish ruggish bone, swallow that bone marrow Ooh, chopper sitting on my lap like the mall Santa Nigga shoot you all in your gall bladder Your pallbearers need pallbearers I’m mixing weed like gumbo I knock your head off, Rambo Homeboys be cutthroat That shit got me with a lump throat But Tunechi bigger than Elvis Presley Young Money was my best investment Going harder than my predecessor I don’t break records, I set the records Lil Tunechi got me back like Kobe Niggas stab me in the back, I owe ‘em Got a house on the hills Now a nigga got a deal with mountain lions and coyote See me? I keep that Semi, and friendly? I can’t be friendly Freckles, them bullet holes look like freckles, you look like Wendy’s Cops in the hills jumping like Jordan I can’t swim, but I’m throwing pool parties Got a bitch over there and a bitch over there A young nigga starting to feel cornered My L.A. house jumping like Jordan My Miami house jumping like Jordan Can’t forget about my house in New Orleans So sorry for the wait, I’m sorry I want my new bitch titties enormous With a backyard and a pretty garden With a pussy more pink than an orchid Young nigga gonna treat her like a florist I got my side bitch feeling important I got my main bitch feeling immortal I got my ex bitch feeling insulted Cause wifey gettin’ money like Kimora I got a fine bitch feeling exhausted Cause I’mma put this dick on her till tomorrow I’mma pull up on a bitch in a Gallardo Then I’mma take the top off like a barber I go down and kiss, I Pearl Harbor She’s so down with this New World Order Fuck the shit outta her in a sauna Sweat her hair out, she look like Al Sharpton Got a goon named Fernando At the front door of your condo Knock-knock, who’s there? He don’t care, he’s psycho Bad bitch with a nice throat She ice cold and she like hoes Ooh, she just my type These other hoes just typos Young nigga coming back like Jordan So sorry for the wait, I’m sorry Yeah, a nigga had to go back to the stash But a nigga stash like James Harden Young nigga drink lean like water Young nigga smoke weed like Marley Young nigga on the moon like Warren Young nigga on his shit like Charmin My bitch got a rack like Dolly Parton Fuck her all night to some Marvin Fall asleep in the pussy, good Lordy Woke up in a new Bugatti, good morning Young nigga got guns, good luck Nina Ross say: “me so horny” Lil Tunechi at the top, it’s so lonely Got fat pockets, never bony I’m with a model bitch, she so bony Got to shook shit up, it’s so phony I just cooked this up, it’s still hot You could still smell the kitchen on me Nigga I have your homies singing: “damn, I miss my homie” I got a mountain of weed I got a mountain of cash I got mountains like Wyoming I got a bad bitch and she foreign She always mad with me, I’m sorry She say: “damn, why you can’t call me?” Cause they be taxing for that roamin’ She a tan bitch, she orange I can’t stand a snitch, an informant Niggas cook crack on a Forman while y’all boys was still sparing, ohh This that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 Tell the dead homies you pray to you’re on your way too That the truth is hard to swallow, you got fake juice Even Slick Rick the ruler know I break rules, ooh Got the gas out shooting like Jordan I put your homeboy face on a t-shirt And put your own face on a milk carton Busy, I’ve been so busy Ain’t even have time for quickies That’s why my bitch been so bitchy I’m outchea tryin’ to get me I’m coming back out jumping like I’m Jordan I’m sorry for the wait, I’m tardy I wrote a letter to my competition It started off with dearly departed Hippie I be so trippy Give her pussy a hickey I hope she ain’t strictly dickly So we can menage to Nicki, oohTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
