Lil’ Wayne – Maneuvering Lyrics

[Verse]

She live in Fort Lauderdale and I’m closer to South Beach

I told her to come over, she said, "okay, don’t fall asleep"

She say she can be my housewife and keep my house clean

I said shut the fuck up, put this dick back in your mouth please

I don’t see nothing wrong with some mouth and lip service

Tunechi in this bitch, I’m tighter than a pinched nerve, bitch

I didn’t answer my phone, I said I couldn’t get service

My new nina just told me that she sick of being a virgin

Bagging up the work for an hour, fingers hurting

Let my bitches help me, before they leave I check they purses

Sorry for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance

Got me movin’ weight, prostitution, and these verses

Whippin’ in this kitchen, in the trap house with my shirt off

I’mma get these millions and I put that on my first born

Got that old Juvie bumpin’, talkin’ bout the third ward

The da was a dick and the judge was a jerk off

Got a bad bitch by the curb and like a curveball

Let her drank too much, now her pussy taste like Smirnoff

Sleepin’ on chinchilla, boy, I’m cozy like a fur ball

Fuck the other side nigga we could have a turf war

Sorry for the wait I had to drop this part two and shit

Just to let you know that a nigga still doin’ it

Workin’ like a slave on my Roots part two shit

Gotta let ’em know that Lil Tunechi is still Tunechi, bitch

Bop bop bop

Fuck with me wrong, get the hammer

Thank God I’m home from the slammer, was gone for the hammer

Stompin’ the yard like a gamma, niggas was goin’ bananas

I’m calm like a camel, I’m smokin’ that strong like a camel

I bet my life when we gamble

Y’all shippin’ keys, we shippin’ grand pianos

I’m in that Lam Diablo, pew like ammo

I’m gone, two fingers up, bitch, I’m gone

Rich forever; Jerry Jones

I gotta hustle, keepin’ my destiny going

Like the House of Deréon

This plane that I’m on is private, my very own

So no checkin’ my carry-ons

She sent the picture naked, I said it’s on

But she live in Fort Lauderdale and I’m closer to south beach

I told her to come over she said "Ok don’t fall asleep"

She say she can be my housewife and keep my house clean

I say shut the fuck up and put this dick back in your mouth please

I don’t see nothin’ wrong with some mouth and lip service

Tunechi motherfucker tighter than a pinch nerve, bitch

I didn’t answer my phone, said I couldn’t get service

My new nina just told me that she sick of bein’ a virgin

Now I don’t get excited nigga, I just get exotic

I don’t get invited to these bitches pity parties

I don’t do narcotic even though a nigga got it

Countin’ all this money, I feel like I got arthritis

Beggin’ up the work for a hour, fingers hurtin’

Let my bitches help me, ‘fore they leave I check their purses

Sorry for the wait, the confusion of disturbance

Got me movin’ weight, prostitution and these verses

Whippin in the kitchen in the trap house with my shirt off

I’m gon’ get these millions and I put that on my first born

Got that old Juvie bumpin’, talkin’ ’bout the third ward

The da was a dick and the judge was a jerk off

We yellin’ suwoop, suwoop, suwoop

Yeah, you hear us yellin’, suwoop, suwoop, suwoop

Blood gang, nigga

And it’s the Sorry 4 the Wait 2

And I’m so sorry for the wait too

Sorry for the wait, I had to drop that part two and shit

Just to let you know that a nigga still doin’ it

Workin’ like a slave, talking Roots part two and shit

Sorry for the wait, Lil Tunechi still Tunechi, bitch