ฟังเพลงUproar (Explicit)

Uproar (Explicit) - Lil Wayne

Lyrics by：Lamont Dozier/Eddie Holland/Brian Holland/Avery Chambliss/Swizz Beatz/Lil Wayne

Composed by：Lamont Dozier/Eddie Holland/Brian Holland/Avery Chambliss/Swizz Beatz/Lil Wayne

Produced by：Avenue/Swizz Beatz

Swizz Beatz/Lil Wayne：

I see thank you man thank you

Y'all know his name

Ayo Mack let the beat drop

Ladies and gentlemen C5 Wayne time

Yeah yeah yeah

Zone zone zone zone zone

Let me see your shoulders work

I mean I don't know what y'all came here to do but uh

If you ain't got a lighter what the f**k you smoking for

We hot haaa

Lil Wayne：

What the f**k though Where the love go

Five four three two I let one go

Bow Get the f**k though I don't bluff bro

Aimin' at your head like a buffalo

You a roughneck I'm a cutthroat

You're a tough guy that's enough jokes

Then the sun die the night is young though

The diamonds still shine in the rough ho

What the f**k though Where the love go

Five four three two where the ones go

It's a s**t show put you front row

Talkin' s**t bro Let your tongue show

Money over b***hes and above h*es

That is still my favorite love quote

Put the gun inside what the f**k for

I sleep with the gun and she don't snore

What the f**k yo Where the love go

Trade the ski mask for the muzzle

It's a blood bath where the suds go

It's a Swizz beat there the drums go

If she's iffy there the drugs go

If she sip lean double-cup toast

I got a duffle full of hundos

There the love go where's the uproar

What the f**k though Where the love go

Five four three two I let one go

Bow Get the f**k though I don't bluff bro

Aimin' at your head like a buffalo

What the f**k though Where the love go

Five four three two I let one go

Bow Get the f**k though I don't bluff bro

Aimin' at your head like a buffalo

Get the f**k though I don't bluff bro

I come out the scuffle without a scuff woah

Puff puff bro I don't huff though

Yellow diamonds up close catch a sunstroke

At your front door with a gun stowed

Knock knock Who's there is how it won't go

This the jungle so have the utmost

For the nutzos and we nuts so

What the f**k bro It's where I'm from bro

We grow up fast we roll up slow

We throw up gang signs she throw up dope

Dreadlock hang down like you dun know

Put the green in the bag like a lawnmower

Hair trigger pulled back like a cornrow

Extra clip in the stash like a console

Listenin' to Bono you listen to Donald

What the f**k bro Where the love go

Swizzy he the chef I like my lunch gross

Just look up bro there the Scuds go

I see the shovel but where did bruh go

Hmm to the unknown

Only way he comin' back is through his unborns

If you see what's in my bag think I'm a d**g lord

It's empty when I give it back now where's the uproar

What the f**k though Where the love go

Five four three two I let one go

Bow Get the f**k though I don't bluff bro

Aimin' at your head like a buffalo

What the f**k though Where the love go

Five four three two I let one go

Bow Get the f**k though I don't bluff bro

Aimin' at your head like a buffalo