Lil Wayne: Mr. Postman

I been standin here waitin here mr. postmanSo-o-o patientlyFor just a card, for just a letterSayin is he comin home to me[lil' wayne:]Thats right darlin'Its ya baby baby! (hah)I got her waitin on meShe lookin kinda flyShe see me walkin' up and she run to the mailboxShe say its feels she's up in a cell blockAnd i obey her cell lockIm the:[voice]Postman[wayne:]Just come to make my mail dropMore masculine than himIm nastier than himIm passin her and himIn something faster than themAnd then he like: damn there go that bastard againHe the:[voice:]Postman[wayne:]And she correct himAnd i respect herAnd he protect herAnd she neglect himAnd he caress herAnd she molest meHe must be weak cuz me, i'm just the[voice:]PostmanAnd when her man home,Im the ghost, manWhy you think she holdin that pillow close man?Why you think she wont open the bathroom door?Shes no whore she want more of the[voice:]Postman[wayne:]Girlfriend snatcher, i dont care if youre attached,If thats her, then thats her,And thats me to smash her,Now she hanging up her high ass skirt on the(postman)Yeah baby i got that comeback,I'm at your walls like a thumbtack,So miss humpback i know what to do with all that,Fall back, i'll put you in the center(postman)That's big talk for a little guy,But im walkin without reply,She got her legs up, she tryin to walk in da sky,She calling for god, and she callin on iShe said:(postman)I'm like: "yea baby, im right here baby, he's here baby!"She like: "yea baby!"Heres a chain letter and some magazines, keep it clean,He will never think it was the(postman)[beat continues]Yeah she love my gangsta, she feel my swagger,I'm there every week just to give her her package,I pick up her bills and i pick up her tab,You might find a few steps on your mattress from the(postman)She want young holly grove in a envelope, im her private note andYou aint gotta know, im her fantasy,She always got letters on the canopy, waiting for the(postman)No postal service i just got my social workin', and your girl is slurpin',And this world is dirty, and your girl is nervous,She give me head in the convertible im the(postman)Kind and curtious, she love that in me, she love me in her,And i love that plenty, it never fails, im sorry homeboy, but you got mail, im the(postman)[beat continues]