Letra da Música U Guessed It de Lil Wayne

Nigga, I'm Sorry 4 The Fucking Wait, was busy
Racing Ferraris with Lil Reginae, that's gangsta
You know I always come in second place
You hating, it's written all over your fuckin'
Bitch you jealous, and I was right, yeah
Bitch you jealous, stunt, stunt, shit nigga don't like
Tell a fuck nigga, bitch you jealous
I'm Sorry 4 The Wait, apologetic
Bitch you jealous
Now give us our cash and our credit

Riding around like Pablo, still talking that blanco
My Nina sing soprano, so we gon' 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 bitch
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 climb the fence

My other bitches gotta ride the bench
And with that said - bitch you jealous
I'm fly like my dreadlocks propellers
[I think I should headline Coachella
My woman a queen like Coretta
And nigga you sleep with the devil
I couldn't be Junior forever, 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 shit 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 bitch down like un momento
I'd rather get screwed than scrutinized
I'd rather get used by a cutie pie

If she ain't fucking 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 kinda cute bitch with a donk
As long as the bitch got a donk
And I smell like; pussy, money, and weed
She said "ooh, I like your cologne! "
The last niggas tested us flunk
So please study hard, study long
Kill your wife, then take the bitch phone
And text you to please hurry home
And the rain drops turn into blood

Look like you just come in from a storm
And if all pussies come with walls
I hope you run into your own
Nigga I come with that heroin flow
I come with that never before
My Cmb days are dead
I ain't worried bout ghost

I married the Mob, we divorced
And all that shit dead with out me of course
It's nothing; a zombie, a corpse
You burnt yourself and was suppose to pass me the torch
Fuck it, I'll see you in Forbes nigga
I'm Sorry for the fucking wait
Was busy, searching my calender for better days
I found 'em - you either turn the page, or tear the page
Y. M. , Young Money, never age