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Lil Wayne

"Wayne’s Takeover 2"

[Lil Wayne]
Alright that n*gga gone, man f*ck that n*gga, man f*ck that
Fabe, go through all this n*gga's Pro Tools
First beat you pick, I'm slaughterin this n*ggas sh*t
Cause B done already called me and told me
Man go to that studio, f*ck 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, lets do it
Oh yeah, Lock the doors to the booth man
Don't let Mannie in man, bout to kill this n*gga's album
Ya understand me? Birdman Jr
Weezy F-Baby
Please say Baby 1 7 Holygrove Eagle street
Cash Money Records
Get down and lay down
Lie down and die down
b*tch n*gga
I thought you knew
Rapper with guns

[Lil Wayne]
Get me that piffy, I'm higher than my attire
I float like I spit through the fryer
I-uh set the cocaine is some fire
I-uh get the "buy money" out the dryer
Ridah in the five buggy, slim tires
Tryin to find a trotter like Jeremiah
They call me Weezy F-Baby
Women wanna suck all on my pacifier
And if she tell ya she didn't, homie thats 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 acting
Cause we bring pistons to the balls
Cool cat, wind breezin through my whiskers
Hurry, speed up, hater you just missed us
I just twisted something
Birdman Jr. swoop down on ya b*tch like whats up with cha
Walk to me, that's real
We on that Shrek, I met her neck like let's chill
When we ridin in my SL, she give me more tongue, less grill
My yellow diamonds get respect n*gga b*tch 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 n*gga

[Mannie Fres]
Yo...what the f*ck is goin on over there
Ya'll think I don't know what the f*ck goin on, I got ears all over
Dude I know you on my album cursin
Talkin bout cuttin b*tches and killin motherf*ckers and murkin motherf*ckers
I don't want that dude right now
I'm out here with full bar b*tches
I got a spanish b*tch, a chinese b*tch
A vietnamese, what are you baby, whatever the f*ck she is
And this other b*tch
And we doin like this five-some thing
And whatever and y'all over there talking bout killing motherf*ckers
Wayne, what is your mamas number dude I'm gonna call your mama
And tell her whats goin on with you
Dude you never used to curse brah
Now you just all f*cked up with this sh*t
I'm p*ssed off dude, I'm really p*ssed off wit you brah
I told you my album is about loving, huggin, holding hands, f*ckin, and all that kinda sh*t
No, no thats it, I don't want you anymore on my album dude
I just got you for a chorus and we over with
Now lets finish the album

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