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lil wayne – u.o.e.n.o. lyrics

[verse one]
uh, i’m flying private through cloud 9
yeah, if you got a problem, i’m einstein
yeah, i’m yawnin’, i’m so tired of ballin’
yeah, only selling work to them workaholics
got guns bigger than you n-gga, i don’t f-ck with new n-ggas
i blues your b-tch -ss, hope somebody give you rhythm
i got animal all in my floor, take your shoes off at the door
n-ggas feed these b-tches lies, n-gga don’t food poison my ho
i buy my drugs for the low, like a coupon on at the store
my n-ggas like kanye with that good, my n-ggas like lou rawls with that blow
n-ggas be sayin’ they racked up, don’t let that q-ball leave you broke
i know you want a pat on the back, but then those fools goin’ see you choke
i saw your b-tch and she said, she tryin’ to move on and let go
boy, i get up in that p-ssy and hit her with moves you don’t even know
n-ggas be trippin’ over these hoes, i done came too far to get close
i’ve been outchea gettin’ bread and i don’t need you all in my loaf
if you stick your neck out there, i’ll have my goon’s all at your throat
n-ggas be lukewarm at the most and when i’m through ballin’ i coach
shout out to my n-gga mack gettin’ his boo on in that ghost
i’m still coming off the top of the dome but it’d be on a tombstone if i wrote, tunechi

[hook]
my kids already rich and they don’t even know
these n-gga’s sayin’ they playa’s, they ain’t even scored
my b-tch rolling my weed, she don’t even smoke
everybody following me, i ain’t even moses, n-gga

[verse two]
uh, my cologne illegal in nine countries
i found a way like it was hiding from me
yeah, my weed good, my s-x better
b-tch, don’t text me no long letters
i’m ahead of the game, i need a bl-wj-b
most of these ho’s ain’t got no job
and these n-ggas goin’ buy em’ everything
you goin’ f-ck around, and get the ho robbed
i’m ahead of the game, i need a haircut
used to hug the block, i mean bear hug
and tell them rats the ak go rat-a-tat, like snare drums
i woke up this morning, d-ck rock hard, d-ck harder than a armadillo
mlk would be proud of me, cause i do this sh-t for all my n-ggas
her mouth, p-ssy, or -ssh0l-, life is full of hard decisions
if she ain’t f-ckin’, she get the boot, let me write this b-tch a parking ticket
ain’t got time for love life, all i know is get paid
i’m high like bonjour, twisted like french braids
i got my own shoes, slime, t, i feel like mj
i’m working that graveyard shift, man these n-ggas been dead

[hook]
uh, i feel asleep in that p-ssy and i didn’t even know
i woke up and acted like i didn’t even know her, yeah
don’t f-ck with these f-ck n-ggas, you already know us
i’m looking for that loud pack, weedman bring the noise
yeah

[verse three]
p-ss that weed to the next n-gga, blunt longer than a tongue twista
hoes want this scud missile, i’mma ball, like crystal
lil tunchi li, young s-x pistol, new money, no wrinkles
i’m hard headed, ocho, dedication cinco, uh

[outro]
what up 5?
rocko f-ck with me! yeah!
future f-ck with me! yeah!
t, i feel like mj
i’m working that graveyard shift, man these n-ggas been dead
5!

- lil wayne lyrics

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