Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wayne's Takeover 2 , by - Mannie Fresh. Release date: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wayne's Takeover 2 |
| 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 niggas 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 Eagle street |
| Cash Money Records |
| Get down and lay down |
| Lie down and die down |
| Bitch nigga |
| I thought you knew |
| Rapper with guns |
| 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 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 get respect 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 |
| 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 |