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letra de uoeno - remix - young money

[verse 1: 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 n-gga, i don’t f-ck with new
n-ggas
i blue’s your b-tch -ss 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-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 goons 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 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

[verse 2: lil wayne]
my kids already rich and they don’t even know
these n-gga’s sayin’ they playas, 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 s-x better
b-tch, don’t text me no love letters
i’m ahead of the game, i need a bl-wj-b
most of these hoes 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 armadilla’
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-gga’s been dead

[verse 3: lil wayne]
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
p-ss that weed to the next n-gga
blunt longer than a tongue twista
hoes want this scud missile
imma ball, like crystal
lil tunchi league, young s-x pistol
new money, no wrinkles
i’m hard headed, ocho
dedication cinco
uh

[outro: lil wayne]
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!

- young money

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