Back door, back room, young nigga still switchin'
Young nigga still pitchin' naked bitches in the kitchen
Wishin' that I would kiss em but I just missed em
Get my money den I dismiss em
Lil' Marley said still trippin'
He gata bigger pistol now
He say he ain't missin'
You can't miss him
He's the skinny dude with the dreads
High yellow red
Who always my blood
So we forever bled
You ain't gotta go upstairs
To know what's up there
Bitches and cook ware
Hell yea, f*ck yea
You know you smell that cocaine tuff air
It'z been a long time comin'
But I come up fair
I ain't complainin I'm hydroplainin'
Like compo smash the plaintiff
Now I'm ova the sink
Tryin' to think and find the kinks
To strengthen the tie and links
There is no brakes
No alarms
Guns weed triggers and bitches
The thicker the bitches
The bigger the brick is
Yea
Niggas on some real shit butn(change gon come)
And when it do you better get with it
The Carter 2, triple exquisite
So bring your friends
On your next visit
Let's get it
The livin' room
Still got a bunch of young'ns in it
Just waitin' on a blunt to hit it
And trill comin' with it
And Blake probably in the basement on his calistenics
And 'Tez probably in the office
Bein' a mathmatician
That's catacorner 2 my bedroom
Lady in it
Who only want Weezy baby in it
Yea maybe when I finish gettin' dis butta I'll touch ya
But I can't love ya I ain't usher I'm all southern
All brotha
You cud call the authorities
Gat yoYou wonderin how money
Got the law ignorin me
Yea
Like I ain't bringin in 4 a week
And I need more streets
The house need sheet rock
You cud hear it all the way down the block
Cause wen yoYou sleep not
We at work pops
No stop watch
Ain't no clockz up
Wen we leave all yoYou gata do
Is put the potz up
We eatin cheese and bread we stocked up
So yoYou cud put your eggs and tots up
Itz not us
Wen I wake up I pop up
Anotha day anotha dolla
Bitch holla
Dis time I've excersized my power
So now I'm singin in the shower
A lil deodarant
Lil howard jhonson
Forty bagz of powder
Get the keyz off the counter
I walk out the door
And smell a flour
Now I'm about to go
Get into dis album
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Lil Wayne - Long Time Comin' Lyrics
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Back door, back room, young nigga still switchin'
Young nigga still pitchin' naked bitches in the kitchen
Wishin' that I would kiss em but I just missed em
Get my money den I dismiss em
Lil' Marley said still trippin'
He gata bigger pistol now
He say he ain't missin'
You can't miss him
He's the skinny dude with the dreads
High yellow red
Who always my blood
So we forever bled
You ain't gotta go upstairs
To know what's up there
Bitches and cook ware
Hell yea, f*ck yea
You know you smell that cocaine tuff air
It'z been a long time comin'
But I come up fair
I ain't complainin I'm hydroplainin'
Like compo smash the plaintiff
Now I'm ova the sink
Tryin' to think and find the kinks
To strengthen the tie and links
There is no brakes
No alarms
Guns weed triggers and bitches
The thicker the bitches
The bigger the brick is
Yea
Niggas on some real shit butn(change gon come)
And when it do you better get with it
The Carter 2, triple exquisite
So bring your friends
On your next visit
Let's get it
The livin' room
Still got a bunch of young'ns in it
Just waitin' on a blunt to hit it
And trill comin' with it
And Blake probably in the basement on his calistenics
And 'Tez probably in the office
Bein' a mathmatician
That's catacorner 2 my bedroom
Lady in it
Who only want Weezy baby in it
Yea maybe when I finish gettin' dis butta I'll touch ya
But I can't love ya I ain't usher I'm all southern
All brotha
You cud call the authorities
Gat yoYou wonderin how money
Got the law ignorin me
Yea
Like I ain't bringin in 4 a week
And I need more streets
The house need sheet rock
You cud hear it all the way down the block
Cause wen yoYou sleep not
We at work pops
No stop watch
Ain't no clockz up
Wen we leave all yoYou gata do
Is put the potz up
We eatin cheese and bread we stocked up
So yoYou cud put your eggs and tots up
Itz not us
Wen I wake up I pop up
Anotha day anotha dolla
Bitch holla
Dis time I've excersized my power
So now I'm singin in the shower
A lil deodarant
Lil howard jhonson
Forty bagz of powder
Get the keyz off the counter
I walk out the door
And smell a flour
Now I'm about to go
Get into dis album
Welcome
Young nigga still pitchin' naked bitches in the kitchen
Wishin' that I would kiss em but I just missed em
Get my money den I dismiss em
Lil' Marley said still trippin'
He gata bigger pistol now
He say he ain't missin'
You can't miss him
He's the skinny dude with the dreads
High yellow red
Who always my blood
So we forever bled
You ain't gotta go upstairs
To know what's up there
Bitches and cook ware
Hell yea, f*ck yea
You know you smell that cocaine tuff air
It'z been a long time comin'
But I come up fair
I ain't complainin I'm hydroplainin'
Like compo smash the plaintiff
Now I'm ova the sink
Tryin' to think and find the kinks
To strengthen the tie and links
There is no brakes
No alarms
Guns weed triggers and bitches
The thicker the bitches
The bigger the brick is
Yea
Niggas on some real shit butn(change gon come)
And when it do you better get with it
The Carter 2, triple exquisite
So bring your friends
On your next visit
Let's get it
The livin' room
Still got a bunch of young'ns in it
Just waitin' on a blunt to hit it
And trill comin' with it
And Blake probably in the basement on his calistenics
And 'Tez probably in the office
Bein' a mathmatician
That's catacorner 2 my bedroom
Lady in it
Who only want Weezy baby in it
Yea maybe when I finish gettin' dis butta I'll touch ya
But I can't love ya I ain't usher I'm all southern
All brotha
You cud call the authorities
Gat yoYou wonderin how money
Got the law ignorin me
Yea
Like I ain't bringin in 4 a week
And I need more streets
The house need sheet rock
You cud hear it all the way down the block
Cause wen yoYou sleep not
We at work pops
No stop watch
Ain't no clockz up
Wen we leave all yoYou gata do
Is put the potz up
We eatin cheese and bread we stocked up
So yoYou cud put your eggs and tots up
Itz not us
Wen I wake up I pop up
Anotha day anotha dolla
Bitch holla
Dis time I've excersized my power
So now I'm singin in the shower
A lil deodarant
Lil howard jhonson
Forty bagz of powder
Get the keyz off the counter
I walk out the door
And smell a flour
Now I'm about to go
Get into dis album
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Writer: Dwayne Carter, Darius Harrison
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network