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