Lil Wayne – Sorry 4 The Wait (Guitar)

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Ain't Nobody fucking with me

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First degree murder, you can get your degree

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And you ain't gotta wonder 'bout me wonder woman

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Tune gonna ball, money tall, Paul Bunyan

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Real brotha shit, pussy brotha gon hate

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Pound of the Kush call that bitch pound cake

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I hit it from the back

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And make that bitch about face

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And then I gotta split

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I'm sorry baby, sour grapes

G
She wine, baby don't leave

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I duck that bullshit, bob and weave

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Everybody tripping, but I ain't never tripping

G
Leave your ass flatter than my new television

G
I'm talking about money and the power

G
Power and the money

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This shit is magic Stan Van Gundy

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Ima run this shit till I'm the last man runnin

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Mack light that shit, then pass that to me

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Young Money motherfucker yeah

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We the shit, yeah Weezy go hard like Cialis

G
Don't love that bitch, I fucked that ho

A
She pop X I smoke O's tic-tac-toe

Bm
And I stink cause I got alot of shit on my mind

A
They say numbers don't lie, is that a 6 or a 9?

G
I stand infront of the clock

G
Cause I'm ahead of the time

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Knock your pussy ass off

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And send your head to your mom

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I ain't playing with brothas, no sir not me

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And they can't blindfold what my third eye see

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Yeah I was locked up, but like a bird I'm free

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And the coupe transform, no Tyrese

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Hello Goodbye, where are you Wayne?

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I'm somewhere inbetween joy and pain

A
And I reach for the stars, got stuck in the clouds

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Got high as a bitch and left my love on the ground

G
Now ain't that about a bitch? It ain't never about a bitch

A
Ill take your bitch and make her everybody bitch

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Backed up by a bunch of G ass brothaa

G
And I just bought your girlfriend some knee pads brotha

G
Eagle street where the real brothas hung

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Ima rep that shit till Kingdom come

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Yeah Sharp brang the drank, I bring the blunts

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Fucking with me its blood, brains or guts

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Fuck yall for real though

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Sleep with the hammer under the pillow

G
Get into the room, bend her over like her elbows

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Soon as I'm done peel off like velcro, gone.

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baby I'm stoned, smoking on the strong

                                G
Got a huge ass bong, swag off the hook

G
You can't use that phone

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Stopped at the light and put my roof back on

Bm
One time for the G's, the brothas got it lock'd

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The brothas with the keys, The brothas on the block

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The brothas on they P's and Q's

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Put your bitch ass on the evening news

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Jumping in the game better read the rules

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High as a bitch yeah that's me on the moon

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Fuck with me die soon, not late

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And I'm sorry for the motherfucking wait

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