U.O.E.N.O. lyrics

by

Pharrell Williams


[Verse 1]
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*gga, I don't f*ck with new n*ggas
I blues your b*tch ass, hope somebody give you rhythm
I got animal all in my floor, take your shoes off at the door
n*ggas feed these b*tches 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*ggas like Kanye with that good, my n*ggas like Lou Rawls with that blow
n*ggas 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 pus*y 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 goon's 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 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]
My kids already rich and they don't even know
These n*gga'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*gga
[Verse 2]
Uh, my cologne illegal in nine countries
I found a way like it was hiding from me
Yeah, my weed good, my sex better
b*tch, 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 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, di*k rock hard, di*k harder than a armadillo
MLK would be proud of me, cause I do this sh*t for all my n*ggas
Her mouth, pus*y, or as*h*le, 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*ggas been dead

[Hook]
Uh, I feel asleep in that pus*y 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*ggas, you already know us
I'm looking for that loud pack, weedman bring the noise
Yeah
[Verse 3]
Pass that weed to the next n*gga, blunt longer than a tongue twista
Hoes 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

[Outro]
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*ggas been dead
5!
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