Mr. Postman

[Hook]

I've been standin' here waitin', Mr. Postman

So-o-o patiently

For just a card, or just a letter

Sayin' he's returning home to me, Mr. Postman

[Intro - Lil Wayne]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

That's right darling, aha

Yeah, It's ya baby, baby, ha

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]

I got her waitin' on me, she lookin' down the block

She see me walkin' up and she run to the mailbox

She say it feels she's up in a cell block

And I open her cell lock, I'm the (Postman)

Just come to make my mail drop, more masculine than him

I'm nastier than him, I'm passin' her and him

In something faster than them

And then he like, "Damn, there go that bastard again, he the (Postman)"

And she correct him, and I respect her

And he protect her, and she neglect him

And he caress her, and she molest me

He must be weak cuz me, I'm just the (Postman)

And when her man home, I'm the ghostman

Why you think she holdin that pillow close, man?

Why you think she won't open the bathroom door?

She's no whore, she want more of the (Postman)

[Hook] (x2)

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]

Girlfriend snatcher, I don't care if you're attached

If that's her, then that's her

And that's me to smash her

Now she hangin' up her high ass skirt, on the (Postman)

Hehe, 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 a sinner, in the (Postman)

That's big talk for a little guy

But I'm walkin' without reply

She got her legs up, she tryin' to walk in the sky

She callin' for God, and she callin' on I, she say (Postman)

I'm like, "Yeah baby, I'm right here baby

He's here baby!" She like, "Yeah baby!"

Heres a chain letter and some magazines

Keep it clean, he will never think it was the (Postman)

[Hook] (x2)

[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]

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 taxes

You might find a few stamps on your mattress from the (Postman)

She want young holly grove in a envelope

I'm her private note and you ain't gotta know

I'm 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 lurkin', and this world is dirty

And your girl is nervous, to give me head in the convertible

I'm the (Postman)

Yeah, kind and curtious, she love that in me

She love me in her, and I love that plenty

It never fails, sorry homeboy

But you've got mail, I'm the (Postman)

[Hook fading until end]