Uoeno - Remix

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 nigger, 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
 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 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
 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 league, young sex pistol
 New money, no wrinkles
 I'm hard headed, Ocho
 Dedication Cinco
 Uh
 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!