Sorry 4 The Wait

Lil Wayne

ALLAN CUBAS

Cameras

Lil Romeo

Lil Tecca

Anti-Hero

Bleu Snappin'

Tunechi's Back

Tunechi Rollin'

One Big Room

Tunechi's Room

Twist Made Me

Lil B

Grove Party

Hands Up (My Last)

Gudda Gudda

Throwed

I walk up in the club, Louis-Louis with the cherry bottoms

Bad bitch on my arm with a Halle Berry body

You know what I do, I get-get straight to the Mula

Wrist-W-W-Wristwear frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller

I'm-I'm reppin' Young Mula, G-Gudda times two, I

Remember when I used to stuff my paper in my shoebox

Now I got two large accounts where money stacks in large amounts

What the fuck you niggas talking 'bout? 'Cause we ain't tryna talk it out

Pistol hanging out my jeans, it ain't a thing, let's spark it out

Let that chopper start to sing and let it ring, and then I'm out

Yeah, you know what I'm sipping, purple got me tripping

Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard

I'm on South Beach chilling, and I'm tryna fuck e'ry hottie

Get her to the crib and make her fuck e'rybody

You know the team, it's Young Money over e'rybody

In the rap game, so it's, "Fuck e'rybody"

Kidnap the baby and the fucking babysitter, yeah

I be doing me, don't give a fuck 'bout what you doing

I could do this shit eyes-closed, nothing to it

Bullets fuck your body up, they ain't even tryna view it

Murk your pussy ass and everyone you in cahoots with

Fuck you with a pool-stick, make you swallow toothpicks

Fucking right we ruthless, we done watched too many movies

Done smoked too many doobies, murk you out, then deuces

We don't know what truce is, that bulletproof vest so useless

Flag red like bruises, shoot at your head with them Uzis, I swear

Your honor, I ain't a dealer, I'm a user, you dig?

Pull over on the highway, throw you off the bridge

We don't give a fuck, and we ain't ever did

Shit, three words you never hear, "Let him live"

I'm in my own zone, it got me throwed off

I break these bitches down; I break these hoes off

Lil Tunechi is my name, I got Gudda on the tape

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Mr. Hanky
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Yeah, okay
I walk up in the club, Louis-Louis with the cherry bottoms
Bad bitch on my arm with a Halle Berry body
You know what I do, I get-get straight to the Mula
Wrist-W-W-Wristwear frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller
I'm-I'm reppin' Young Mula, G-Gudda times two, I
Remember when I used to stuff my paper in my shoebox
Now I got two large accounts where money stacks in large amounts
What the fuck you niggas talking 'bout? 'Cause we ain't tryna talk it out
Pistol hanging out my jeans, it ain't a thing, let's spark it out
Let that chopper start to sing and let it ring, and then I'm out
Yeah, you know what I'm sipping, purple got me tripping
Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard
I'm on South Beach chilling, and I'm tryna fuck e'ry hottie
Get her to the crib and make her fuck e'rybody
You know the team, it's Young Money over e'rybody
In the rap game, so it's, "Fuck e'rybody"
Married to the mob, bury you alive
My girl pussy feel like Heaven to a God
And I came in this bitch with my niggas
Kidnap the baby and the fucking babysitter, yeah
I be doing me, don't give a fuck 'bout what you doing
Blood gang, bitch, big Bs, Boston Bruins
I could do this shit eyes-closed, nothing to it
Bullets fuck your body up, they ain't even tryna view it
I go tough, I go stupid
Murk your pussy ass and everyone you in cahoots with
Fuck you with a pool-stick, make you swallow toothpicks
Fucking right we ruthless, we done watched too many movies
Done smoked too many doobies, murk you out, then deuces
We don't know what truce is, that bulletproof vest so useless
Flag red like bruises, shoot at your head with them Uzis, I swear
Your honor, I ain't a dealer, I'm a user, you dig?
I load up the Sig, point it at your wig
Pull over on the highway, throw you off the bridge
We don't give a fuck, and we ain't ever did
Shit, three words you never hear, "Let him live"
I'm in my own zone, it got me throwed off
I break these bitches down; I break these hoes off
Lil Tunechi is my name, I got Gudda on the tape
Public apology, Sorry 4 the Wait, yeah


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