U.o.e.n.o. Lyrics - Lil Wayne

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 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 flo' 

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 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' 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 Mack 

Gettin' his boo on in that Ghost 

I'm still coming off the top of the dome 

But it'd be on a tombstone if I wrote 

Tunechi 

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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 Li, young sex pistol 

New money, no wrinkles 

I'm hard headed, Ocho 

Dedication Cinco 

Uh 

Photos 

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