Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Say What You Want, artist - B.o.B. Album song B.o.B vs. Bobby Ray, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.01.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: B.o.B
Song language: English
Say What You Want |
«Say, say, say, what you want |
But don’t, play, games…» |
Go right ahead, say whatever you want, please |
That’s it? |
Go ahead, I’m here all day |
Ahhh |
Yup! |
Ha ha, yup, well |
Say what you like, but I just, take a little knife, and then I |
make a little slice, and then I, take a little bite, yum! |
So miss me with all that doubt, what they all talkin about? |
Talkin 'bout I ain’t dope? |
What the hell are y’all bloggin about? |
I’m the authority now, and I’m the priority now |
So if you ain’t on my side, might as well just throw in ya towel |
Oh how cocky of me! |
To speak so highly of me |
They say I’m crazy now; |
I guess I’ll hire a shrink |
And this is just how I feel — why would I lie on a beat? |
But y’all be sleepin on me, so I guess y’all (lie) on the beat |
Heh! |
Well that went over yo' head |
And I’m B.o.B a/k/a Bobby Ray so don’t you ever forget, yeah |
«Say, say, say, what you want» |
Yeahhhh |
It’s Playboy Tre bitch I’m back, once again where the fuck we at? |
Standin strong and you can run and tell them sucka niggaz that |
Gimme my Henn', gimme my cup, play my beat and leave me 'lone |
And you can bet, I’ma bring that fuckin trophy back home |
Yellin hoo-ray, hoo-rah; |
either way I want my moolah |
like it’s payday, and I ain’t leavin the game until I say say |
It’s (Tre Day), I fuck Deltas to the AKA’s |
to ghetto ass hoes who name they bad-ass son Tay-Tay |
Ray-Ray, and Day-Day, I’m bustin like a AK |
Fuck around and find yo' ass in a motherfuckin melee |
So say what you will nigga, you can talk it, or blog it |
Like diarrhea to toilet stools, I ain’t comin off it — naw! |
«Say, say, say, what you want» |
Westside O.G. |
everybody know he can not be held back |
It’s Killer Kill from the 'ville don’t mess don’t chill |
Been buckin since that crack |
Fat boy, fly boy, fly boy, fat boy |
Know these hatin ass niggaz hate that |
I prevail in spite of Hell and now I’m boss hoggin in a 'llac |
Actually, it’s a Benz my friend; |
I just rhymed this shit for a rap |
And — actually I got businesses; |
I ain’t really gotta motherfuckin rap |
I’m talkin barbershops and corner sto', independent label GTO |
'Bout to open a studio, bet’cha y’all’ll love me then |
Get yo' ass a record deal and buy yo' fonky publishin |
Say what you like, but don’t fuck with Mike |
I’m a lot of J Prince and a little Suge Knight |
I’m throwed in the game like a basketball |
I’m a big dawg, you’re a flea on my balls |
What you say don’t pay so sincerely I say |
motherfuck yo' mommas and alla y’all! |
Yeah lil' bruh, y’knahmsayin? |
This the big dawg right here, man it’s ya big dawg |
Mike Bigga is bigga y’know? |
Known as Killer Kill from the 'ville |
I just wanna say lil' bruh man |
I’m proud of you lil' bruh |
Y’knahmsayin, with «Who is B.o.B?» |
And now you sayin man it’s Bobby Ray |
I respect it bruh! |
No I respect it like |
when Muhammad Ali came out of Cassius Clay man |
So I’m happy to meet Bobby Ray lil' bruh |
And let me tell you somethin lil' bruh |
ANY HATER man, any hater, that come up against you bruh |
He don’t wanna see the crystal |
He don’t love the 'coustic guitar |
He want you to AutoTune |
Tell him to suck TEN THOUSAND WEE-WEE man |
And big bruh said that man! |
Knahmsayin? |
Tell him to play booty hole games |
at the motherfuckin… at at |
Tell him to play at the at at at |
as the bulldog do, y’knahmean? |
But |
Don’t play with Bobby Ray man I’m fuckin with ya hard man |
Grind Time rap game bang bang bang man |
Um he dope cause I said so, holla at me |
Westside O.G., everybody know me, fo’real! |