Miseducation (Explicit) - Calboy/Lil Wayne (李尔·韦恩)

Calboy：

Tee

Ayy-hey yeah yeah

Yeah-yeah yeah

Ah-ha ah

Yeah-yeah yeah-yeah yeah-yeah

Yeah-yeah yeah-yeah yeah-yeah

Ayy I'm just tryna vibe so I'm rolling up

Ayy rolling up

We was living way too fast but we ain't know enough

I ain't know enough

Might have to get him off the path

If he try to slow me up

And I got this glizzy in this bag boy I might blow you up

I might blow you up

And there's more than fifty

When we slide you know them riders rough

Them riders rough

If he playin' silly 'bout that bag then we might tie him up

Remember we was f**ked up walkin' simply we ain't have enough

We ain't have enough

We tryna get some cake these n***as hatin' they was mad at us

They was mad at us

Through the dark hoodie on like I'm Trayvon

Like I'm Trayvon

I got shooters like the hoopers in my hood like K Nunn

Like K Nunn

Playin' victim you know what you did why you play dumb

Crazy thing my n***as knew about it they ain't say nothin'

They ain't say nothin'

This Percocet gon' get me higher

Higher

I got to sleep and get to talkin' to Lerayah

Lerayah

She said "Relax my brodie I've been sendin' my love"

You tryna kill yourself there's no result to fire

Feed your soul like Lauryn Hill and some Wyclef

Pray to the Lord He give me guidance in the right steps

The right steps

My shorties wild and they get live up in the night yeah

The night yeah

I'm from the darkness baby I'm so used to nightmares

Feed your soul

Ayy I'm just tryna vibe so I'm rolling up

Ayy rolling up

We was living way too fast but we ain't know enough

I ain't know enough

Might have to get him off the path

If he try to slow me up

And I got this glizzy in this bag

Boy I might blow you up

I might blow you up

And there's more than fifty

When we slide you know them riders rough

Them riders rough

If he playin' silly 'bout that bag then we might tie him up

We might tie him up

Remember we was f**ked up walkin' simply we ain't have enough

We ain't have enough

We tryna get some cake these n***as hatin' they was mad at us

They was mad at us

Lil Wayne/Calboy：

Yeah I'm on the pill cut on Lauryn Hill

On the real my G-Wag came with six Tonka wheels

Born to kill B-flag gang put that on my tears

On my lear jet airplane tryna pop my ears

Poppin' off'll get you popped for real you know you not for real

You faker than some shiny white veneers

And if it's smoke it's just a fire drill

I've been lying still in the jungle even lions chill

I make a giant kneel

I heard Heaven need some volunteers that's what I've been hearin'

Hit your momma crib like your momma feared

From the bottom of my heart my heart so bottomless baow

I'll knock your top off son

Skrrt

Ready or not here I come

No soul

Tunechi baby

Calboy：

Ayy I'm just tryna vibe so I'm rolling up

Ayy rolling up

We was living way too fast but we ain't know enough

I ain't know enough

Might have to get him off the path

If he try to slow me up

And I got this glizzy in this bag

Boy I might blow you up

I might blow you up

And there's more than fifty

When we slide you know them riders rough

Them riders rough

If he playin' silly 'bout that bag then we might tie him up

We might tie him up

Remember we was f**ked up walkin' simply we ain't have enough

We ain't have enough

We tryna get some cake these n***as hatin' they was mad at us

They was mad at us

Calboy/Lil Wayne：

I don't get mad at them

Yeah woah oh

I know you mad

Them h*es they mad

The opp they mad

One time they mad

Ah ah-ha ha ha stay mad

Ah ah-ha ha ha stay mad

Woah-woah bah bah bah payback

Vrrr vrrr vrrr-vrrr straight cash

Yeah stay mad

Bet you hate that

Amen