Rocko - U.O.E.N.O Rmx lyrics

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] I f**ed up the rap game and you ain't even know it I just f**ed 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**h n***a, 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**hes got rabies And I hate a ho-hoppin' woman Stank p**y-poppin' woman You f**in' fool don't know about you But my dick 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** you" Tell 'em it's TDE 'til I'm DDT'd in that grave And Top Dawg is proof 'til my n***a Whoo Kid get free, ain't sh** comin' for free I'm 'bout to rape you n***as 'til you recoup [Verse 2: Rocko] That monster truck, sit tall as f**, it's so big can't even tow it Don't like snakes keep my gra** 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, bu*ton-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 gon know it, damn who shot you, they don't even know it Hawks game f**in' floor it, TV seat front row it Rocko Da Don CEO it, ain't gotta rap and you know it [Hook] This a thousand dollar pair of shoes and U.O.E.N.O it This a thousand dollar cup of lean and U.O.E.N.O it This a half a million dollar car, U.O.E.N.O it I came up from bottom, U.O.E.N.O it My n***as all ride with me on, U.O.E.N.O it Got k**ers with me right now, U.O.E.N.O it This a million dollar watch n***a, U.O.E.N.O it Got a million dollar crib n***a, U.O.E.N.O 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***a 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***as you can get it if you want it U-O-E-N-O... 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***as got a lot of nerve So much money All the motherf**in' 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 [Hook] [Verse 4: A$AP Rocky] Been rich for 'bout a year now, you ain't even know it Had a long talk with my accountant, I ain't even blow it The whole game bit my sh**, you ain't even know it A$AP on the remix, you ain't even know it I say these n***as, 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**h dream about my dick, 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, open, 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? [Hook]