Lil’ Wayne – Hot Nigga Lyrics

[Verse:]

I’m sorry for the wait nigga

I’m tighter than these pussy hoes, I’m chaff, nigga

Pockets full of crumbs, I’m a bread winner

I’m sorry for the wait nigga

I’m aiming at your Beats by Dr. Dre, nigga

I put up some ornaments today, nigga

Cause round here, every day a holiday, nigga

This that Sorry 4 The Wait 2

That AK shoot like K do

Had to tell myself, ‘Tune just stay tuned’

Swear I got the hardest stroke, my shit break brooms

I been high since 1998, nigga

That’s 98 degrees, Nick Lachey, nigga

Hope you know the Feds got Instagram

They liking every photo that you take nigga

I was toting a gun before a switchblade

Cut your head off and put it on display

Boy we find out where you live and then we invade

Boy we do not kill no kids but your bitch dead

Oooh, shawty like the way that you floss out

Till I shoot you in the head, now she grossed out

I’m the boss, you just heard it from the horse mouth

I told a nigga count on me and niggas lost count

This world is only preparation for the next

Money bags under my eyes, money over rest

Tryna get 100 M’s out the alphabets

Open up my mouth to smile, oooh treasure chest

Oooh, DJ Stevie J keep the Glock on him

I just bought a new .44 and I’mma proud owner

Belfast and Monroe that was our corner

Fuckin’ fast in your ho, oooh Kowa-bunga

Sip some lean, pop a Xan bar

My bougie bitch pussy taste like caviar

Once I fuck a bitch, her pussy is a landmark

I don’t know how you like your steak but I’m in rare form

Fuck them bitchass niggas, fuck whoever care for ’em

Momma jumped out a plane, I was airborne

Gold watches, gold chains, watch for Leprechauns

Favorite subject was PE, Pablo Escobar

Kill him when he least expect it at a restaurant

Throw him with the rest of ’em in a reservoir

I’m the renaissance man, peep my repertoire

Excuse my french but it’s menage a trois

Oooh, my nina Ross got a bad mouth

Yea, I’m consuming grass like a cash cow

Give a fuck ’bout a police with his badge out

If you ain’t got a warrant get up out my damn house

This that Sorry 4 The Wait 2

This an all white affair, I brought the yay through

She said Tunechi skate through, and I’mma skate you

I’m aimin’ at your grapefruit, blaow, grape juice

Oooh, tell them bitches free dick and blow

Give me head, can’t kiss no more

I got free jewelry, car keys, and more

And I just thought of robbin’ like a week ago

Hundred diamonds on my bitch, I don’t bling no more

200,000 for a show, you gotta speak to Po

Yeah, got me on my Young Money shit

No Cash Money, just Young Money shit

Woah, got me on my Young Money shit

[Outro:]

My nigga Chaz Ortiz in this bitch with me

Young Mula!