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U.O.E.N.O. Lyrics

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*****, I don't f*** with new n*****
I blue's your b**** a** hopes somebody give you rhythm
I got animal all in my flo'
Take your shoes off at the door
n***** feed these b****'s lies, n**** don't food poison my ho
I buy my drugs for the low, like a coupon on at the store
My n****'s like Kanye with that good
My n****'s like Lou Rawls with that blow
n***** 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 yo' b**** and she said, she tryin' to move on and let go
Boy I get up in that p**** and hit her with moves you don't even know
n****'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****'s be lukewarm at the most
And when I'm through ballin' I coach
Shout out to my n**** Mack
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
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My kids already rich and they don't even know
These n****'s sayin' they playa's, they ain't even scored
My b**** rolling my weed, she don't even smoke
Everybody following me, I ain't even Moses, n****
Uh
My cologne illegal in nine countries
I found a way like it was hiding from me
Yeah, my weed good, my s** better
b****, don't text me no long letters
I'm ahead of the game, I need a b******
Most of these ho's ain't got no job
And these n****'s goin' buy em' everything
You goin' f*** 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*** rock hard
d*** harder than a armadilla'
MLK would be proud of me, cause I do this s*** for all my n****'s
Her mouth, p****, or a******, life is full of hard decisions
If she ain't f*****', she get the boot
Let me write this b**** 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****'s been dead
Uh
I feel asleep in that p**** and I didn't even know
I woke up and acted like I didn't even know her
Yeah
Don't f*** with these f*** n****'s, you already know us
I'm looking for that loud pack, weedman bring the noise
Yeah
Pass that weed to the next n****
Blunt longer than a tongue twista
Ho's want this scud missile
I'mma ball, like Crystal
Lil Tunchi Li, young s** pistol
New money, no wrinkles
I'm hard headed, Ocho
Dedication Cinco
Uh
What up 5?
Rocko f*** with me!
Yeah!
Future f*** with me!
Yeah!
T, I feel like MJ
I'm working that graveyard shift, man these n****'s been dead
5!
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