Wayne’s Takeover 2(Explicit) - Mannie Fresh

Wayne's Takeover 2 (Explicit) - Mannie Fresh
Written by：D. Carter/B. Thomas
Alright that ni**a gone man
F**k that ni**a man f**k that fabe
Go through all this ni**a's pro tools
First beat you pick
I'm slaughterin' this ni**a's sh*t
'Cause B done already
Called me and told me
Man go to that studio
F**k what fresh doin'
Tell fresh let you get on that
Sh*t and kill that sh*t
Fresh told me no I can't go back to
B 'til B knows
So fabe pick a song and I'm going off
Let's do
Oh yeah oh yeah lock the
Doors to the booth man
Don't let Mannie in man 'bout
To kill this ni**a's album
Ya understand me
Birdman Jr Weezy F baby
Please say to baby 1 7
Holygrove gangus street ni**a
Cash money records
Get down and lay down
Lie down and die down
B**ch ni**a thought you knew
Yeah rapper with guns
Get me get me get me that piffy
I'm higher than my attire
I float like I spit through the fryer
I uh sniffin' coc*ine is some fire
I uh get to buy money out the dryer
Ridah in the five buggy slim tires
Tryin' to find a try to light jeremaih
They call me Weezy F baby
Women wanna suck all on my pacifier
And if she tell ya she didn't
Homie that's a liar
You see me passin' by ya more like flashin'
Lights camera but I'm more like action
So get your back into it stop actin' stop actin'
'Cause we bring pistons to the balls to the balls
Cool cat wind breezin' through my whiskers
Hurry speed up hater you just missed us
I just twists up Birdman Jr
Swoop down on ya b**ch like
What's up with cha yeah
Walk through that's real
We on that shrek I met her neck like let's chill
When we ridin' in my S L
She give me more tongue less grill
My yellow diamonds give you
Spit ni**a b**ch yield
And that tooley gets saluted or I'll shoot it yeah
I kidnap the boss make the click squeal
Got you out of position like sheffield in left field
Call me when its gangsta ni**a gangsta ni**a
Yo
Yo what the f**k is goin' on over there
Ya'll think I don't know what
The f**k goin' on
I got ears all over dude
I know you on my album cursin'
Talkin 'bout cuttin' b**ches and killin' motherf**kers
And murkin' motherf**kers
I don't want that dude
Right now you know I'm out here with
Full bar b**ches
I got a Spanish b**ch a Chinese b**ch
A Vietnamese what are you baby
Whatever the f**k she is
And this other b**ch and we doin' like this
This five some thing
And whatever 'n' y'all over there
Talking bout killing motherf**kers
Wayne what is your mama's number dude
I'm gonna call your mama
And let your mama know what's goin' on with you
Dude you never used to curse brah
Now you just all f**ked up with this sh*t
I'm pissed off dude
I'm really pissed off wit you brah
I told you my album is about loving
Huggin' holding hands f**kin' and
All that kinda sh*t
No that's it I don't want you no
More on my album dude
I just got you for a chorus and we over with
Now let's finish the album