LIL WAYNE - Uoeno Lyrics

Gangsta! Gangsta!
Uh I'm flying private through cloud nine
Yeah if you got a problem I'm Einstein
Yeah I'm young I'm so tired of balling
Yeah only selling work to them workaholics
Got guns bigger than you nigga
I don't fuck with new niggas
I lose your bitch ass hopes
Somebody give you rhythm
I got animal all in my flo
Take your shoes off at the doo
Niggas feed these bitch's lies
Nigga don't food poison my ho
I buy my drugs for the low
Like a coupon at the store
My niggas like Kanye with that good
My niggas like Lou Rawls with that blow
Niggas saying 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 gonna see you choke
I saw yo' bitch and she said
She trying to move on and let go
Boy I get up in that pussy and hit her
With moves you don't even know
Niggas be tripping over these hoes
I done came too far to get close
I've been out here getting bread
And I don't need you all in my loaf
If you stick your neck out there
I'll have my goons all at your throat
Nigga's be lukewarm at the most
And when I'm through balling I coach
Shout out to my nigga Mac
Getting 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

My kids already rich and they don't even know
These niggas saying they players
They ain't even scored
My bitch rolling my weed
She don't even smoke
Everybody following me
I ain't even Moses nigga
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 hoes ain't got no job
And these niggas go and buy’em everything
You gonna fuck around and get the hoe 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 an armadillo
MLK would be proud of me
Cause I do this shit for all my niggas
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 niggas been dead
I feel asleep in that pussy and I didn't even know
I woke up and act like I ain’t even know her
Don't fuck with these fuck niggas you don’t even know us
I'm looking for that loud pack
Weed man bring the noise
Pass that weed to the next nigga
Blunt longer than a tongue twista
Hoes want this scud missile
Imma ball like Crystal
Lil tunechi leave young sex pistol
New money no wrinkles
I'm hard headed ocho
Dedication cinco
What up five?
Rocko fuck with me!
Future fuck with me!
T I feel like MJ
I'm working that graveyard shift
Man these niggas been dead

Thanks to King Dokes for correcting these lyrics

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