Uoeno - Remix

[Verse 1] 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 nigga, 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 Niggas 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 Niggas 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 [Verse 2] My kids already rich and they don't even know These nigga's sayin' they playas, 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 love letters I'm ahead of the game, I need a blowjob Most of these hoes ain't got no job And these niggas 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 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 nigga's been dead [Verse 3] 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 Hoes want this scud missile Imma ball, like Crystal Lil Tunchi league, young sex pistol New money, no wrinkles I'm hard headed, Ocho Dedication Cinco Uh [Outro] 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!