เนื้อเพลง UOENO - Lil Wayne

Uh, I'm flying private through Cloud 9
Yeah, if you got a problem, I'm Einstein
Yeah, I'm yawin' I'm so tired of ballin'
Yeah, Only selling work to them workaholics
Got guns bigger than you nigger, I don't f*ck with new n*ggas
I blue's your b*tch ass hopes somebody give you rhythm
I got animal all in my flow
Take your shoes off at the door
N*ggas feed these b*tch's 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*gga's like Kanye with that good
My n*gga's like Lou Rawls with that blow
N*ggas 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 yo' 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*gga's be trippin' over these ho's, 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*gga's be lukewarm at the most
And when I'm through ballin' I coach
Shout out to my n*gga Mac
Gettin' his boo on in that Ghost
I'm still coming off the top of the dome but it be on a tombstone if I wrote it
Tunechi

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
Uh
My cologne illegal in nine countries
I found a way like it was hiding from me
Yeah, my weed good, my sex better
B*tch, don't text me no long letters
I'm ahead of the game, I need a blowjob
Most of these ho's ain't got no job
And these n*gga's 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 armadilla'
MLK would be proud of me, cause I do this sh*t for all my n*gga's
Her mouth, p*ssy, or asshole, 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*gga's been dead
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*gga's, you already know us
I'm looking for that loud pack, weedman bring the noise
Yeah
Pass that weed to the next n*gga
Blunt longer than a tongue twista
Ho's want this scud missile
I'mma ball, like Crystal
Lil Tunchi league, young sex pistol
New money, no wrinkles
I'm hard headed, Ocho
Dedication Cinco
Uh

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*gga's been dead
5!