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lirik lagu rocko – u.o.e.n.o (greatest remix)


[verse 1: kendrick lamar]
i f-cked up the rap game and you ain’t even know it
i just f-cked what’s her name and you ain’t even know it
she got a -censored- tattoo and you ain’t even know it
we about to form a little groupie and you ain’t even know it, let’s get it
stuck in a rock and a hard place
eminem, pac and where god stay
timberlands pop that jaw bone
now b-tch n-gg-, tell me how that tar taste
and even tarzan can get swung on
i never hung out with the loud mouth
you got a foul mouth
and that dead body gon’ smell foul when it fouls out
she filed my nails in the bahamas
we found ourselves in the bahamas
she found god, meditation and peace
i found myself without a condom
you know everybody having them babies
it’s a beautiful thing it ain’t crazy
if a rapper monogamous, you know what the problem is?
too many b-tches got rabies
and i hate a ho-hoppin’ woman
stank p-ssy-poppin’ woman
you f-ckin’ fool don’t know about you
but my d-ck need 70 years on it
anything after that is just a bonus
and i been in the lab with my opponents
and since sway done swayed that list
he got a flatscreen the next morning
tell ’em i need my credit when it’s due
tell ’em i need my lettuce when it’s new
tell ’em i got a fetish for fine fabric
franklins and saying, “f-ck you”
tell ’em it’s tde ’til i’m ddt’d in that grave
and top dawg is proof
’til my n-gg- whoo kid get free, ain’t sh-t comin’ for free
i’m ’bout to rape you n-gg-s ’til you recoup

[verse 2: rocko]
ay that monster truck, sit tall as f-ck, it’s so big can’t even tow it
don’t like snakes keep my gr-ss cut, so low can’t even mow it
sip dom peri’, little high glow, no no we don’t do moet
if it ain’t p.j., no rose from me hostess don’t even pour it
specks on tom ford, b-tton-down michael kors
always on like the refrigerator, i’m plugged in, ho, you know it
a.p. and that piguet, wear the breitling when i’m bored
got a masterpiece and a 41-millimeter, and you ain’t even know it
keep the .45 in my pocket: ain’t gon’ show it ’til i have to pop it
then you gone know it, d-mn who shot you, they don’t even know it
hawks game f-ckin’ floor it, tv seat front row it
rocko da don ceo it, ain’t gotta rap and you know it

[chorus: future]
this a thousand dollar pair of shoes and you don’t even know it
this a thousand dollar cup of lean and you don’t even know it
this a half a million dollar car, you don’t even know it
i came up from bottom, you don’t even know it
my n-gg-s all ride with me on, you don’t even know it
got k!llers with me right now, you don’t even know it
this a million dollar watch n-gg-, you don’t even know it
got a million dollar crib n-gg-, you don’t even know it

[verse 3: wiz khalifa]
we’ve got a lot of marijuana
if you see me you got a problem
run up on me like you want it
guaranteed we’re gonna solve it
they’ll be thinkin’ someone shot him
hit him with a bottle
i’mma let a n-gg- have it
started from the bottom
now my diamonds looking autumn
and police don’t even caught him
it’s a milli if you call him, presidential rollie
it’s a ticket if you want it
and i’ll show you lil’ n-gg-s you can get it if you want it
that good weed you don’t even blow
see i drank so much bombay in here tonight, can’t even drive
and that head feel so good to me that i can’t even lie
see me all up on the curb, you think i’m drunk the way i’m swerving
see you ask how much it cost, you n-gg-s got a lot of nerve
so much money
all the motherf-ckin’ bottles up in here i got nervous
order more, car service – phantom rolls royce curtains
roll one more and that’s curtains
young khalifa, that’s curtains
in taylor gang we worship

[verse 4: a$ap rocky]
been rich for ’bout a year now, you ain’t even know it
had a long talk with my accountant, i ain’t even blow it
the whole game bit my sh-t, you ain’t even know it
a$ap on the remix, you ain’t even know it
i say these n-gg-s, need lord – got a crib they can’t even afford
in the club lookin’ all bored
show ’em your money, you ain’t even throw it
and that crib you don’t even own it
that lean, you ain’t even pour it
every bad b-tch dream about my d-ck, you ain’t even know it
she poppin’ and droppin’ it lower
droppin’ it down to the floor
give you the feeling it’s yours, hoping you, score, you ain’t even know her
she asked about my journey as she sat upon my lap
i said “i’m fresh up out the slums but i ain’t never going back”
you ain’t know?

[verse 5: 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 n-gg-, i don’t f-ck with new n-gg-s
i blues your b-tch -ss, hope somebody give you rhythm
i got animal all in my floor, take your shoes off at the door
n-gg-s feed these b-tches lies, n-gg- don’t food poison my ho
i buy my drugs for the low, like a coupon on at the store
my n-gg-s like kanye with that good, my n-gg-s like lou rawls with that blow
n-gg-s 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 your 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-gg-s 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 goon’s all at your throat
n-gg-s be lukewarm at the most and when i’m through ballin’ i coach
shout out to my n-gg- 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

[hook: lil wayne]
my kids already rich and they don’t even know
these n-gg-‘s sayin’ they playa’s, 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-gg-

[verse 6: lil wayne]
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 long letters
i’m ahead of the game, i need a bl-wj-b
most of these ho’s ain’t got no job
and these n-gg-s 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 armadillo
mlk would be proud of me, cause i do this sh-t for all my n-gg-s
her mouth, p-ssy, or -sshole, 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-gg-s been dead

[hook: 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-gg-s, you already know us
i’m looking for that loud pack, weedman bring the noise

[verse 7: lil wayne]
p-ss that weed to the next n-gg-, blunt longer than a tongue twista
hoes want this scud missile, i’mma ball, like crystal
lil tunchi li, young s-x pistol, new money, no wrinkles
‘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-gg-s been dead