What You Sayin (Explicit) - DJ E-Feezy/Lil Wayne (李尔·韦恩)
You can't stop greatness
How you gon' start reinventing the game
When we invented the game
Dj E-Feezy
The Wolf of South Beach
The Album
Hit you with no delaying so what you sayin' yo
N***as ain't paying so I just been laying low
I'm all about famo like Marlon Brando
My b***h go commando I'm in command though
I hit you with ammo quick as a Lambo
I play with her pussy hole like flipping channels
And my b***hes is too live like Luther Campbell
And I'm spitting this s**t though like I chew tobacco
Shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yay
I'ma kick a n***a in his mouth MMA
I'ma stick a semi in his mouth kissy face
I'ma lose the weight in the drought Ricki Lake
I'ma get the white and put it out Em and Dre
I'ma f**k her sisters and her mom Kim and Ye
They respect all my artistry like Hemingway
And they respect all of my martians that's why they give me space
Muthaf**ka now you see what's up in my hand so what you sayin' woe
'Cause I put yo f**kin' brains all on the dashboard
You not in my f**kin' lane you on the crash course
And if you feelin' froggy leap I'm kidnapping yo tadpoles
I can't remember the b***h name I f**ked after my last show
When I say my cash low I'm just telling a bad joke
Long hair don't care no shirt like Fabio
Little n***a dreadlocks with a dick with an afro
Woo-hah I got you all in check
I make her Woo-hah and now she on my breath
I'm with my Goombah we ridin' on your set
And we can shoot out till it's quiet on the set
Boo ya like Stu Scott and peace up where he rest
B***h I'm groundbreaking and I'm taking baby steps
I'm about to bust a rhyme nod yo head and break ya neck
I'ma kill these motherf**kas you ain't dead fake ya death
I ain't playing I'ma hit you with no delaying and I ain't paying ho
I come through me and my woes looking like Camp Lo
This is it what Luchini falling from the sky
Let's get rich what Boy I been rich since 95'
Where you been boy
Money talks and I'm about to send a invoice to them boys
Yeah I'm tried of this bulls**t I'm wilding I'm too lit
I aim at yo toothpick leave yo brains in yo boo tits
Yeah I'm tied up with feds put some guap on yo head
Now they can't find your body like the sock in the bed
This is it boy you done dug yourself a hole
That's a pit boy that's where I s**t boy
Uh type of a n***a that'll slap you with the tooley-o
It ain't about what you smoke it's about who you smoke
My homeboy Hoody yo he real moody yo
I tell him no bullet folks he still do it tho'
They give you a funeral you won't be viewable
When Tunechi come thru' the door them hoes get super soaked
Now do you really wanna party with me party with me
Let me sees whatcha got fo' me
Aye do you really wanna party with me In Squad we trust
Puffin' on that stuff eyes low than Connie Chung
They don't f**k with us 'cuz they know that we not the ones
Boy we got them guns scare the holy s**t out the nuns
Yo it's young money my n***a you know we 'bout to bust
And everybody armed more armed than Octopus
Write my name on my cups so n***a know not to touch
Every time I bust a rhyme another one bites the dust
Tunechi
Dj E-Feezy
Mula
Bust the bust f**k with me
Y'already know what it is man
