What You Saying – Lil Wayne (Plus Instrumental)


DJ E-Feezy has released a new song today called What You Saying featuring Lil Wayne, which is more or less a solo Lil Wayne song.

The track will be appearing on E-Feezy‘s upcoming The Wolf Of South Beach project, due to be released later this year.

You can stream and download What You Saying after the jump below!
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DOwnload the Instrumental below



Hit you with no delaying so what you saying yo

Ni**as ain’t paying so I just been laying low

I’m all about famo like Marlin Brando

My bi**h go commando, I’m in command though

I hit you ammo, quick as a Lambo

I play with her pu**y hole like flipping channels

And my bi**hes is too live like Luther Campbell

And I’m spitting this s**t though like I chew tobacco


Shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yay

I’ma kick a ni**a in his mouth

I’ma stick a semi in his mouth, kissy face

I’ma lose the weight in the drought, Ricki Lake

I’ma put get the white and put it out, Em & Dre

I’ma f**k her sisters and her mom, Kim & Ye

They respect all my artistry like Hemingway

And they respect all of my martians

That’s why they give me space muthaf**ka

Know you see what’s up in my hand so what you sayin wo

Cause I put yo f**king brains all on the dashboard

You not in my f**king lane you on the crash course

And you feeling froggy leap I’m kidnapping yo tadpoles

I can’t remember the bi**h name I f**ked after my last show

When I say my cash low I’m just telling a bad joke

Long hair dont care, no shirt like Fabio

Little ni**a dread locks with a d**k with an afro

Oooh Ahh, I got you all in check

I make her (Ooh Ahh) and now she on my breath

I’m with my

We riding on your set

And we can shoot out till it’s quiet on the set

Boo ya like Stu Scott and peace up where he rest

Bitch I’m groundbreaking and I’m taking baby steps

I’m about to bust a rhyme, nod yo head and break ya neck

I’ma kill these motherf**kas, you ain’t dead, fake ya death

I ain’t playing, I’ma hit you with no delaying and I ain’t paying ho

I come through me and my woes looking like

This is a what? Gucci falling from the sky

Let’s get rich what? Boy, I been rich since 1995

Where you been boy

Money talks and I’m about to send a invoice to them boys

Yea I’m tried of this bullshit

I’m wilding I’m too lit

I aim at yo toothpick, leave yo brains in yo boot tips

Yeah, I’m tied up and fair, put some guap on yo head

Now they can’t find your body, like the sack in the bed

This is it, boy, you done dug yoself a hole

That’s a pit, boy, that’s white s**t, boy

Uh, type of a ni**a that’ll slap you with the tooley-oh

It ain’t about what you smoke, it’s about who you smoke

My homeboy Hoody, yo, he real moody, yo

I tell him no bullet folks, he still do it tho

They give you a funeral, you won’t be viewable

When Tunechi come thru the door, them hoes get super soaked

Now do you really wanna party with me?

Let me sees whatcha got fo me

Aye, do you really wanna party with me?

In Squad we trust! Puffing on that stuff, eyes low than..hungs

They don’t f**k with us cuz they know that we not the ones

Boy, we got them guns, get a holing s**t out from none

Yo, it’s young money, my ni**a, you know we bout to bust

And everybody armed, more armed than Octopus

Write my name on my cups, so ni**a know not to touch

Every time I bust a rhyme, another one bites the dust


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