OpenSafe(Explicit)

Open Safe (Explicit) - Lil Wayne (李尔·韦恩)

Lyrics by：Mike Free/DJ Mustard/Lil Wayne

Composed by：Mike Free/DJ Mustard/Lil Wayne

Produced by：DJ Mustard/Mike Free

Turn the music up

Mustard on that beat ho

Tattoos on my face n***a mm

Grill shinin' in your face n***a yeah

Blowin' smoke in your face n***a mm

H*es smilin' in my face n***a

Your ho smilin' in my face n***a hello

She out of line she out of place n***a hello

Everybody know my face n***a

All eyes on me get the mace n***a

Uh bad b***h with the face glitter

Snoop Dogg murder was the case n***a

Yeah my homie got a open case n***a

We in this b***h lookin' like a open safe n***a

Uh lookin' like an open safe n***a

We in this b***h lookin' like a open safe n***a

Yeah if it's beef we overate n***a

Bap bap bap bap it's no debate n***a

Yeah that go to bass n***a

You n***as starve we let food go to waste n***a

Choke your punk a*s out neck brace n***a

I do the same s**t I learned on sex-tapes with her

New money call it cake fresh-baked n***a

Hungry bullets eatin' off your chest-plate n***a

I hope that they gon' think that I'ma have faith in her no-no

B***h screamed when the d**k was halfway in her

When the d**k was halfway in her

D**n you ain't dead yet I'm amazed n***a

Guess what I'm comin' back with that gauge n***a

Not the face but I feel like Sway n***a

Got you dizzy turning over in your grave n***a

I could shoot this b***h and still drive straight n***a

Bap bap bap bap I'm irate n***a

5'5" stuntin' like I'm 5'8" n***a what

Bumbu out the glass no chase n***a Bumbu

Only smoke on gas no brakes n***a

No brakes road rage my new money gonna die of old age

When they shoot we don't race we gon' need our own space

Need a piece of that pie we gon' need it homemade

I be comin' home late bad b***h long face

She do every single thing but rub me the wrong way

'96 Don P I have that with Corn Flakes

And I never been intrigued by the patterns on snakes

You could dump a dead body man I think I know a place

She gon' suck the prototype then swallow all the proteges n***a

Lookin' like a open safe n***a

We in this b***h lookin' like Miss Oprah's safe n***a we're safe

My homie caught a whole case whole case

Celebratin' like he got a cold case n***a oh

Whew wait n***a

Had to take a smoke break n***a

A smoke break n***a

I stick her hands in the fan blades n***a

That's when she told me where her man stayed n***a

I ran up in that b***h on a rampage n***a

In the morning brains in the pancakes n***a