Lil Wayne – You Guessed It Lyrics

You Guessed It

Lil Wayne

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"You Guessed It." - Lil Wayne

Monday, 26 October 2026, 03:30 pm

Album: Sorry 4 the Wait 2

Track No: 07

****
I'm sorry for the fucking wait
Was busy, racin' Ferraris with Lil Reginae
That's gangsta
You know I always come in second place
You hatin', it's written all over your fucking
Bitch, you jealous
Woo, and I was right
Yeah
Bitch, you jealous
Stuntin' on you, stunt, shit, ****, don't like
Tell a fuck ****
Bitch, you jealous
I'm sorry for the wait, apologetic
Yeah, uh
Bitch, you jealous
Now, give us our cash and our credit
Pop, pop
Sorry for the ridin' around like Pablo
Still talkin' that blanco
My nina sang soprano
So we gon' leave on a high note
Come out my shell like Raphael
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 brudda capo
Lil Marly G, and my bottom bitch
If I'm fallin', it's bottomless
If I'm trippin', it's a power trip
Her pearl tongue like the Pearly Gates
And with that said, I'll 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, ****, 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 tryna get lemon pepper
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 the tissue
Suit yourself, because this suit is a rental
Now the snow is just comin' 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 fuckin' it's Uber time
I'd 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 dos is as bad as my don't
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 say, "Ooh, I like your cologne"
The last **** tested us flunked
So, please, study hard, study long
Kill your wife, then take the bitch phone
And text you to please hurry home
In 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
****, I come with that heroin flow
I come with that never before
My CMB days are dead
I ain't worried about ghost
I married the mob, we divorced
Ooh, and all that shit dead without me, of course
It's nothing, a zombie, a corpse
You burnt yourself and was supposed to pass me the torch
Fuck it, I'll see you in Forbes
****
I'm sorry for the fuckin' wait
Was busy, searchin' my calendar for better days
I found 'em
You either turn the page or tear the page
YM, Young Money never age
Bitch, you jealous
Woo
Well, I was right
Yeah
Tell a fuck ****
Bitch, you jealous
Stuntin' on you, stuntin', stuntin', shit, ****, don't like
Yeah
Hey, bitch, you jealous
I'm sorry for the wait, apologetic
Hey
Uh, bitch, you jealous
Like, give us our cash, our credit
Yeah, pop, wait

Writer(s): Lil Wayne.

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