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  • Текст песни Lil Wayne - U.O.E.N.O.

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    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 fuck with new niggas
    I blue's your bitch ass hopes somebody give you rhythm
    I got animal all in my flow
    Take your shoes off at the door
    Niggas feed these bitch's lies, nigga don't food poison my ho
    I buy my drugs for the low, like a coupon on at the store
    My nigga's like Kanye with that good
    My nigga's like Lou Rawls with that blow
    Niggas 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' bitch and she said, she tryin' to move on and let go
    Boy I get up in that pussy and hit her with moves you don't even know
    Nigga'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
    Nigga's be lukewarm at the most
    And when I'm through ballin' I coach
    Shout out to my nigga 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 nigga's sayin' they playa's, they ain't even scored
    My bitch rolling my weed, she don't even smoke
    Everybody following me, I ain't even Moses, nigga
    Uh
    My cologne illegal in nine countries
    I found a way like it was hiding from me
    Yeah, my weed good, my sex better
    Bitch, 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 nigga's goin' buy em' everything
    You goin' fuck 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, dick rock hard
    Dick harder than a armadilla'
    MLK would be proud of me, cause I do this shit for all my nigga's
    Her mouth, pussy, or asshole, life is full of hard decisions
    If she ain't fuckin', she get the boot
    Let me write this bitch 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 nigga's been dead
    Uh
    I feel asleep in that pussy and I didn't even know
    I woke up and acted like I didn't even know her
    Yeah
    Don't fuck with these fuck nigga's, you already know us
    I'm looking for that loud pack, weedman bring the noise
    Yeah
    Pass that weed to the next nigga
    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 fuck with me!
    Yeah!
    Future fuck with me!
    Yeah!
    T, I feel like MJ
    I'm working that graveyard shift, man these nigga's been dead
    5!

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