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lirik lagu lil wayne – sh!t remix

[intro]
i’m so sorry, so sorry
this, this that sorry 4 the wait 2, and i’m so sorry

[hook]
sorry 4 the wait, n*gg*, glock 40 for them fake n*gg*s
throw a party everyday, n*gg*, that’s an ordinary day, n*gg*
bad b*tch in mi casa, no mi casa su casa
my choppa go doom
dada thahehahehahehahya

[verse 1]
tunechi, b*tch, on my future sh*t, i’m too legit
i sleep on a crucifix
i wake up crank and turn into a lunatic
then shoot my b*tch behind orange juice and grits
uzi clip, i need another uzi clip, i shoot to kill
these p*ssy n*gg*s shooting bricks
i’m too for real, your head just a souvenir
she wanna get it off her chest, but her b**bs too big
i’m b*mping carter 5 on a ipod
my b*tch mad as h*ll cause’ it ain’t out yet
she said soon as these n*gg*s hear your new sh*t
they going have to give they styles back
i said “you too cray”, she said “you too humble”
i said “you too, bae”, she said “you too sweet”
then i asked her do she go both ways
she say “they do say love is a two way street”
i said “oooh”, talk dirty, talk dirty, dirty, talk dirty to me
treat that girl like cuisine, she gon’ wanna shoot scenes
put my d*ck in museum, i’m gon’ die on my feet
never knees in the dirt, never dirt on my knees
i’m just serving these fiends
sell birds to the bees, i sell birds to the trees
tune, i heard you don’t sleep, i’m allergic to dreams
i don’t twerk, but i tweak for that purple, that pink
yeah, you see what i’m saying like you heard what you see
i’m a verbal disease, i’m allergic to me
been a t*rd on these streets since my curtains was sheets
chef on these beats, i’m just stirring the grease
that b*tch you in love with, she working for me
i personally get you murdered this week
like that blunt between my too fingers i’m at peace, word
i smirk when i screech, trigga smart, street smart
i’m a nerd, i’m a geek, i’m absurd, i’m unique
did my time in cash money, time served and released
but this agent ain’t free, word, that’s the word on these streets
but that sh*t is old news, that sh*t is so yesterweek
i’m just focused, focused on my expertise
they like “tunechi, you good?” i’m like “bob, yessiree”
now don’t, i mean don’t, don’t question me, let me breathe
dog, big dog, i c*ck back and shoot at ya fleas
money long, tree trunk, now stand under me, catch these leaves
i guarantee no guarantees, but repeat what you heard
you a dead parakeet
it’s tunechi, b*tch, yo, b*tch, tunechi, b*tch
i f*ck her on my balcony, we watch the moon eclipse
we do unusual sh*t, she gonna need lube for this
cause’ i’mma stick it in her maximus gluteus
we at the top of the world, she like the view and sh*t
from up here everybody look the puniest
the c*ke got her all exuberant, she doing lines like a movie script but these are true events, lord
i’ll kill a n*gg* right now, i’ll put a n*gg* lights out
then put his body in a ice box with holes in his body like socks
these n*gg*s softer than, these n*gg*s softer then nylon
so keep my name out your mouth, i hope it taste like cayenne
looking up at the skyline
i’m thinking to my f*cking self, you only live twice, slime
and motherf*ck you if you fight crime
i’m from a place where the high crime rate like iran
we put yo *ss on nightline. i’m on the gr*ss like a python
these n*gg*s looking at me, these n*gg*s looking at me sideways
that’s because they on the sideline, but they never try mine
spittin’ like i’m sipping cyanide while my b*tch sip on mai tai
but she wine fine, and i’m so sorry, she said “don’t be sorry”
then she said “don’t apologize for sh*t cause you the sh*t
and we know tha carter 5 the sh*t, woah”

[hook]
sorry 4 the wait, n*gg*, glock 40 for them fake n*gg*s
throw a party everyday, n*gg*, that’s an ordinary day, n*gg*
bad b*tch in mi casa, no mi casa su casa
my choppa go doom
dada thahehahehahehahya

- lirik lagu lil wayne