Wayne's Takeover 2

Mannie Fresh

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    [Lil Wayne]
    Alright that nigga gone, man fuck that nigga, man fuck that
    Fabe, go through all this nigga's Pro Tools
    First beat you pick, I'm slaughterin this niggaz shit
    Cause B done already called me and told me
    Man go to that studio, Fuck what Fresh doin
    Tell Fresh let you get on that shit and kill that shit
    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 nigga's album
    Ya understand me? Birdman Jr
    Weezy F-Baby
    Please say Baby 1 7 Holygrove Gangus street
    Cash Money Records
    Get down and lay down
    Lie down and die down
    Bitch nigga
    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 sniffin cocaine 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 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 bitch 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 give you spit nigga bitch 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 nigga

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    [Mannie Fres]
    Yo...what the fuck is goin on over there
    Ya'll think I don't know what the fuck goin on, I got ears all over
    Dude I know you on my album cursin
    Talkin bout cuttin bitches and killin motherfuckers and murkin motherfuckers
    I don't want that dude right now
    I'm out here with full bar bitches
    I got a spanish bitch, a chinese bitch
    A vietnamese, what are you baby, whatever the fuck she is
    and this other bitch
    and we doin like this five-some thing
    and whatever and y'all over there talking bout killing motherfuckers
    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 fucked up with this shit
    I'm pissed off dude, I'm really pissed off wit you brah
    I told you my album is about loving, huggin, holding hands, fuckin, and all that kinda shit
    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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    Composition: D.P. Dad Carter

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