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u.o.e.n.o (remix) - black hippy lyrics

[kendrick]
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… tattoo and you ain’t even know it
we ’bout to form a little group, and you ain’t even know 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
even tarzan can get swung on
i never hung out with the loud mouth
you’ve got a foul mouth, but 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, at peace
i found myself without a condom
you know everybody havin’ 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 hoe hoppin’ on me
stank p-ssy popping, warn me
you f-ckin’ fool, don’t know about you
but my d-ck need 17 years on it
anything after that is just a bonus
and i’ve been in the lab with my opponents
and since sway done sw-ng that list
he got a flatscreen the next morning
tell ’em i need my credit when it’s due
tell ’em i need my lettue when it’s new
tell ’em i got a fetish for fine fabrics
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- who get free, ain’t sh-t comin’ for free
i’m ’bout to rape you n-gg-s ’til you recoupe

[verse 2: schoolboy]
groovy n-gg-, that’s all day, backwood hold three grams
got a six-shooter, that revolver spinning
sh-lls stuck inside but won’t jam
this hoodie here ’bout two stacks, h-ll yeah that b-tch gon’ go ham
molly in her drink, but she asked me to, and oh yeah, i got this on cam’
gangster n-gg-, not trap beats – bet i still sound like that new sh-t
originality in my blueprint, still figg side, figaro, pimp
her thick -ss where my palm hit, pull my d-ck out, she gon’ bomb it
swag surfing all through the world, slide through the sea on a comet
o-x-y for these morons, that be that new sh-t i’m pushing
raise off of them pockets, bring more of them chloroforms
these n-gg-s ain’t poppin’ – tell them old n-gg-s to move on
ah d-mn, i don said it – yeah – ah d-mn, they beheaded

[verse 3: ab-soul]
she ain’t single but she solo, you ain’t even know it
unsigned with sold out shows, and you ain’t even know it
my lips black but they ain’t chapped, she ain’t even know that
let’s have s-x, she said yes
you know she ain’t know that
see the life on my chest
my head next to her br–sts
my mind all in the clouds
just bought an ounce of the best
no talking when i’m off that loud
i came quick so she p-ssed
you know i’m good for another round
but it’s hard when everybody on your d-ck
i know real n-gg-s that’s crips
i know real n-gg-s that’s bloods
i know real n-gg-s that’s thugging
like you ain’t know what’s up
got codeine in my cup
got a couple cheques that need cashin’
and you can take that to the bank, what’s life without a balance?
you ain’t even know it
n-gg-, i be everywhere, you ain’t even going
i thought it was snowing
but i’m just the coldest n-gg- out here flowing
sick of all that bullsh-t y’all been promoting, but…
soul! carson in the motherf-ckin’ house
del amo, watch your motherf-ckin’ mouth
i took the game by storm, just to x men out
i’m crazy out my mind, i put my life on the line
the tortoise only makes progress when his neck sticks out
just a little token of gold if you ain’t know it, though

[verse 4: jay rock]
respect, i get the utmost
i’m so dope, i’m a walking kilo
36 os…
you don’t even know i’m gettin’ cheese like cheetos
you mad that we bmfing
b-tch–ss n-gg-s steady pmsing
i never show my hands, can’t know my plans
gotta keep ’em guessin’
rock! i was off the scene
now a n-gg- back like a 4 1/2
shootin’ up the set like spielberg
see the big picture when them hammers flash
i don’t post a lot on instagram
that’s the quickest way they’ll get you, man
leave that sh-t for the b-tches, man
alphabit boys, they’ll get ya -ss
irs they was on a n-gg-
cashed them out, not i’m scott free
got my p-ssport in my jansport, now i’m overseas
you don’t even know it…
rock been killin’ this sh-t, no gloves, no mask on me
just 100 thousand cash on me
back then, i was doing bad, homie
all my b-tches bad now
my own hoes try to keep tabs on me
safe to say i’m the man now
punk–ss n-gg- just stand down
‘fore the shots go up and it’s man down
hands down, still popping, no prescription, i’m flexing
suplex a p-ssy, i’ve been off the edge
too late to push me, n-gg- i ain’t fell off
used to move frosted flakes like kellogs
pull up to the bank, count paper like tellers
top dawg, money gang, b-tch, we’ve been on
clothesline the beat, n-gg-, john cena
been having stripes, can’t walk in my adidas
kicked in the door, hand on the nina
black hippy sh-t, rock on, bleed ’em

[outro: future]
i’m turned up every day, you don’t even know it
got your b-tch with me right now, you don’t even know it
we turn up in the club, you don’t even know it
got a hundred bottles comin’, you don’t even know it
we came up from nothin’, you don’t even know it
drive a half a million dollar car, you don’t even know it
this a thousand dollar pair of shoes, you don’t even know it
got a b-tch that speak no english, she don’t even know it
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 the bottom, you don’t even know it
my n-gg-s all ride with me on, you don’t even know it
got killers 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

- black hippy lyrics

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