| Song | Throwed Off |
| Artist | Lil Wayne |
| Album | Sorry 4 The Wait |
| [00:00.85] | Lil' Wayne - Throwed Off（feat. Gudda Gudda） |
| [00:04.96] | Album:Sorry 4 The Wait |
| [00:07.03] | |
| [00:25.98] | Yeah, |
| [00:26.48] | Ok, I walk up in the club Louie-Louies with the cherry bottoms |
| [00:30.48] | Bad bitch on my arm with a Halle Berry body |
| [00:33.80] | You know what I do, I, g-get straight to the moolah |
| [00:36.54] | Wrist wear frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller |
| [00:40.04] | I'm reppin' young moolah, Gudda x 2, I |
| [00:43.54] | Remember when I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box |
| [00:46.67] | Now I got two large accounts with money stacks and large amounts |
| [00:49.85] | What the f-ck you niggas talkin' bout, cause we ain't tryin' talk it out |
| [00:53.37] | Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it ain't a thing, lets spark it out |
| [00:56.62] | Let that chopper start to sing and let it ring and then I'm out |
| [00:59.99] | Yeah, you know what I'm sippin', purple got me trippin' |
| [01:03.23] | Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard |
| [01:06.75] | I'm on South Beach chillin' and I'm tryin' to f-ck every hottie |
| [01:10.17] | Get her to the crib and make her f-ck everybody |
| [01:13.99] | You know the team, it's Young Money over everybody |
| [01:17.37] | In the rap game, so it's f-ck everybody |
| [01:21.06] | |
| [01:22.06] | Married to the mob, bury you alive |
| [01:25.05] | My girl p-ssy feel like heaven to a God |
| [01:28.37] | And I came in this bitch with my niggas |
| [01:30.68] | Kidnap the baby and the f-ckin' babysitter, yeah |
| [01:35.32] | I be doin' me, don't give a f-ck bout what you doin' |
| [01:38.43] | Blood gang bitch, big V's, Boston Bruins |
| [01:41.62] | I could do this shit, eyes closed, nothin' to it |
| [01:45.00] | Bullets f-ck your body up, they ain't even tryna view it |
| [01:48.38] | I go tough, I go stupid |
| [01:51.26] | Murk your p-ssy ass and everyone you in cahoose with |
| [01:54.57] | F-ck you with a pool stick |
| [01:56.02] | Make you swallow tooth picks |
| [01:57.59] | F-ckin' right, we ruthless |
| [01:59.12] | We done watched too many movies |
| [02:00.83] | Then smoked too many doobies |
| [02:02.65] | Murk you out, then deuces |
| [02:04.27] | We don't know what truce is |
| [02:05.90] | That bullet proof vest so useless |
| [02:07.65] | Flag red like bruises |
| [02:09.22] | Shoot ya head with them uzis |
| [02:10.98] | I swear, your honor, I ain't a dealer, I'm a user, ya dig |
| [02:15.49] | I load up the cig, point it at ya wig |
| [02:18.42] | Pull over on the highway, throw you off the bridge |
| [02:21.84] | We don't give a f-ck, and we ain't never did |
| [02:25.10] | Shit, three words you never hear, let him live |
| [02:28.66] | I'm in my own zone, it got me throwed off |
| [02:31.69] | I break these bitches down, I break these hoes off |
| [02:35.05] | Lil Tunechi is my name, I got Gudda on the tape |
| [02:38.32] | Public apology, sorry for the wait |
| [00:00.85] | Lil' Wayne Throwed Off feat. Gudda Gudda |
| [00:04.96] | Album: Sorry 4 The Wait |
| [00:07.03] | |
| [00:25.98] | Yeah, |
| [00:26.48] | Ok, I walk up in the club LouieLouies with the cherry bottoms |
| [00:30.48] | Bad bitch on my arm with a Halle Berry body |
| [00:33.80] | You know what I do, I, gget straight to the moolah |
| [00:36.54] | Wrist wear frigid and my watch is a Franck Muller |
| [00:40.04] | I' m reppin' young moolah, Gudda x 2, I |
| [00:43.54] | Remember when I used to stuff my paper in my shoe box |
| [00:46.67] | Now I got two large accounts with money stacks and large amounts |
| [00:49.85] | What the fck you niggas talkin' bout, cause we ain' t tryin' talk it out |
| [00:53.37] | Pistol hangin' out my jeans, it ain' t a thing, lets spark it out |
| [00:56.62] | Let that chopper start to sing and let it ring and then I' m out |
| [00:59.99] | Yeah, you know what I' m sippin', purple got me trippin' |
| [01:03.23] | Scoop your chicken up and let her lick me like a lizard |
| [01:06.75] | I' m on South Beach chillin' and I' m tryin' to fck every hottie |
| [01:10.17] | Get her to the crib and make her fck everybody |
| [01:13.99] | You know the team, it' s Young Money over everybody |
| [01:17.37] | In the rap game, so it' s fck everybody |
| [01:21.06] | |
| [01:22.06] | Married to the mob, bury you alive |
| [01:25.05] | My girl pssy feel like heaven to a God |
| [01:28.37] | And I came in this bitch with my niggas |
| [01:30.68] | Kidnap the baby and the fckin' babysitter, yeah |
| [01:35.32] | I be doin' me, don' t give a fck bout what you doin' |
| [01:38.43] | Blood gang bitch, big V' s, Boston Bruins |
| [01:41.62] | I could do this shit, eyes closed, nothin' to it |
| [01:45.00] | Bullets fck your body up, they ain' t even tryna view it |
| [01:48.38] | I go tough, I go stupid |
| [01:51.26] | Murk your pssy ass and everyone you in cahoose with |
| [01:54.57] | Fck you with a pool stick |
| [01:56.02] | Make you swallow tooth picks |
| [01:57.59] | Fckin' right, we ruthless |
| [01:59.12] | We done watched too many movies |
| [02:00.83] | Then smoked too many doobies |
| [02:02.65] | Murk you out, then deuces |
| [02:04.27] | We don' t know what truce is |
| [02:05.90] | That bullet proof vest so useless |
| [02:07.65] | Flag red like bruises |
| [02:09.22] | Shoot ya head with them uzis |
| [02:10.98] | I swear, your honor, I ain' t a dealer, I' m a user, ya dig |
| [02:15.49] | I load up the cig, point it at ya wig |
| [02:18.42] | Pull over on the highway, throw you off the bridge |
| [02:21.84] | We don' t give a fck, and we ain' t never did |
| [02:25.10] | Shit, three words you never hear, let him live |
| [02:28.66] | I' m in my own zone, it got me throwed off |
| [02:31.69] | I break these bitches down, I break these hoes off |
| [02:35.05] | Lil Tunechi is my name, I got Gudda on the tape |
| [02:38.32] | Public apology, sorry for the wait |