Album Cover Sorry for the Delay

Sorry for the Delay

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(Pimp type brotha from the underground, G, Skinny-)

(Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)

(Pimp type brotha from the underground, G, Skinny-)(Pimp type brotha from the-, Pimp type-, Pimp type-)

(Pimp type brotha from the underground, G, Skinny-)

(Pimp type brotha from the underground, G, Skinny-)

(Pimp type brotha from the underground, G, Skinny-)

(Pimp type brotha-)

What the fuck? (Ayy!)

Lil′ Scotty in the Masi' go to war like Bush (ha!)

I been running through New Orleans like I′m Reggie Bush (wha?)

Kush lit, it's the pimp from the underground, G

North North out the trench, I keep death around me

Fuck you mean?

It's that fiend

Middle fingers stay up

I got them bitches

They praying up to me like $licky the Devil, or something (ha ha ha!)

Hand of God, direct the mob

To pull up and put an end date on your life

But it don′t stop there

We come in and share

The other bullets with the whole second line

(Ay, ay ay)

God damn! I′m a psycho when I'm manic (wha)

God damn! I′m fucking dykes, my dick got magic (yeah)

My doctors deemed me sick as fuck, I guess I'll manage (wha)

Just ice me up when I take that dirt nap with them maggots ($licky!)

(—from the underground, G, Skinny-)

(Pimp type brotha from the underground, G, Skinny-)

(Pimp type brotha from the underground, G, Skinny-)

(Pimp type brotha-)

Yeah (yeah)

Flex my winter garments

Something fine up under my armpit

Just another bitch I harvested

I reap what I sow

All day plowing in the garden

Spread my seed on these hoes, yeah

Oddy got them thotties on they knees, ′bout to choke (choke!)

Southside Shawty put the ice in isolated

All these bitches think I'm lonely

But really I′m fuckin' flaky

All these bitches tryna holla

But their voice is always shakin'

I got a long ass bridge to get across, baby (be patient)

You won′t get past these ribs

Make sure my heart don′t cave in (no)

Would you really be 'bout it if I wasn′t famous? (I'm not!)

Always tryna get my money, I call that Juicy J′ing

(Pimp type brotha from the underground, G, Skinny-)

(Pimp type brotha from the underground, G, Skinny-)

(Pimp type brotha from the underground, G, Skinny-)

(Pimp type brotha from the underground)

Yeeeah

Swervin' lanes, catchin′ plays (skrrrr!)

Stars in the Cullinan, jets finna pull it in (shit)

Hoes in the hangar, scopes on the banger

She need some money, I pay her

I'll see ya later, Ruby the mayor

Scrimmy came 'round with them flavors

Bitches chew us now and later

Beating these bitches like Walker, Texas Ranger (bad shit!)

I flipped me some whips, I flipped me some hoes (yeah, yeah)

You know how that shit go (go!)

I′m out the door with cash for them bows

I ain′t even up my pole

These niggas hoes, I won't fold

Can′t hold my tongue no more

Let's go chops out lookin′ for foes

Wait, watch my story unfold (ye)

Hope I don't get knocked off

Visvim socks off, baby

Suck me ′til she lockjaw

Forgis with the top off, ay (yeah)

My wrist gon' pop off

Molly look like rock salt, ay

My nigga let shots off

We done took his top off, ay (bad shit!)

(Pimp type brotha from the underground, G, Skinny-)

(Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)

(Pimp type brotha from the underground, G, Skinny-)

(Pimp type brotha from the-, Pimp type-, Pimp type-)