Say What You Want - B.o.B, Mickey Factz, Playboy Tre

«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!