Are you even listening
F*ck you, wahmez
Gotta spanish bitch from down the hill, call me Uno, she know I'm the one
I ain't got time to talk with niggas, I'd rather brandish, my gun
Talkin' on the net, nigga, I camp, untill I see the sun
Choppa get em swept, it's really a shame, she'll never see her son
We sendin' more than 30, this ain't no stick, bitch, this a f*cking drum
If I touch the trigger on this bitch, I bet you I'll make it cum
Double O's, stack up the paper, bitch, cause I need that shit
You want rewards, without lendin a hand, then you a greedy bitch
You can't reap the benefits if you ain't go to war
I'm thug-life, spittin' at the camera like Tupac Shakur
I'm front-line for the gang, every time it's time to score
Catch a nigga slippin, I bet you he won't get off that floor
Spend an opp block, we treat that shit like a f*ckin' tour
Once you rock that f*ckin' crowd, you givin' em a encore
Give you another analogy, we dribble his head on the floor
Yeah, Double O came in with the raw, niggas slumped up on the floor
They won't get him off that floor
Treat these bitches like some whores, don't got love for them whores
Bitch, I been in my bag, I'm tryna get some more
Bitch, I'm really in my bag, but I'm tryna get in my duffle
I got my blick on me, won't fight, with you ain't tryna scuffle
Niggas think they number one, I hate to burst your bubble
Why would you f*ck with Double O? You know it come with trouble
Why would you f*ck with Double O and put your life in danger
We put you up like some clothes on a f*ckin' hanger
And this bitch got more than 30, nigga, yeah, this my favorite banger
Hot hallows, enter his body, nigga, turn him right to a sanger
Yeah, that nigga turn to Mariah Carey
Pop out at night with a mask, nigga, shit get real scary
Have you in that morgue stiff, your mother singin, Mary, Mary
Well, have a nigga mother sreamin' bloody Mary
We pop out at nighttime, yeah, shit get real scary
You make us mad how you die, yeah, that shit vary
A lot of these niggas pussies, yeah, they real fairies
Heard, he lactose intolerant, f*ck it' just feed him dairy
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IMB 007 - UÑO Lyrics
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English
Are you even listening
F*ck you, wahmez
Gotta spanish bitch from down the hill, call me Uno, she know I'm the one
I ain't got time to talk with niggas, I'd rather brandish, my gun
Talkin' on the net, nigga, I camp, untill I see the sun
Choppa get em swept, it's really a shame, she'll never see her son
We sendin' more than 30, this ain't no stick, bitch, this a f*cking drum
If I touch the trigger on this bitch, I bet you I'll make it cum
Double O's, stack up the paper, bitch, cause I need that shit
You want rewards, without lendin a hand, then you a greedy bitch
You can't reap the benefits if you ain't go to war
I'm thug-life, spittin' at the camera like Tupac Shakur
I'm front-line for the gang, every time it's time to score
Catch a nigga slippin, I bet you he won't get off that floor
Spend an opp block, we treat that shit like a f*ckin' tour
Once you rock that f*ckin' crowd, you givin' em a encore
Give you another analogy, we dribble his head on the floor
Yeah, Double O came in with the raw, niggas slumped up on the floor
They won't get him off that floor
Treat these bitches like some whores, don't got love for them whores
Bitch, I been in my bag, I'm tryna get some more
Bitch, I'm really in my bag, but I'm tryna get in my duffle
I got my blick on me, won't fight, with you ain't tryna scuffle
Niggas think they number one, I hate to burst your bubble
Why would you f*ck with Double O? You know it come with trouble
Why would you f*ck with Double O and put your life in danger
We put you up like some clothes on a f*ckin' hanger
And this bitch got more than 30, nigga, yeah, this my favorite banger
Hot hallows, enter his body, nigga, turn him right to a sanger
Yeah, that nigga turn to Mariah Carey
Pop out at night with a mask, nigga, shit get real scary
Have you in that morgue stiff, your mother singin, Mary, Mary
Well, have a nigga mother sreamin' bloody Mary
We pop out at nighttime, yeah, shit get real scary
You make us mad how you die, yeah, that shit vary
A lot of these niggas pussies, yeah, they real fairies
Heard, he lactose intolerant, f*ck it' just feed him dairy
F*ck you, wahmez
Gotta spanish bitch from down the hill, call me Uno, she know I'm the one
I ain't got time to talk with niggas, I'd rather brandish, my gun
Talkin' on the net, nigga, I camp, untill I see the sun
Choppa get em swept, it's really a shame, she'll never see her son
We sendin' more than 30, this ain't no stick, bitch, this a f*cking drum
If I touch the trigger on this bitch, I bet you I'll make it cum
Double O's, stack up the paper, bitch, cause I need that shit
You want rewards, without lendin a hand, then you a greedy bitch
You can't reap the benefits if you ain't go to war
I'm thug-life, spittin' at the camera like Tupac Shakur
I'm front-line for the gang, every time it's time to score
Catch a nigga slippin, I bet you he won't get off that floor
Spend an opp block, we treat that shit like a f*ckin' tour
Once you rock that f*ckin' crowd, you givin' em a encore
Give you another analogy, we dribble his head on the floor
Yeah, Double O came in with the raw, niggas slumped up on the floor
They won't get him off that floor
Treat these bitches like some whores, don't got love for them whores
Bitch, I been in my bag, I'm tryna get some more
Bitch, I'm really in my bag, but I'm tryna get in my duffle
I got my blick on me, won't fight, with you ain't tryna scuffle
Niggas think they number one, I hate to burst your bubble
Why would you f*ck with Double O? You know it come with trouble
Why would you f*ck with Double O and put your life in danger
We put you up like some clothes on a f*ckin' hanger
And this bitch got more than 30, nigga, yeah, this my favorite banger
Hot hallows, enter his body, nigga, turn him right to a sanger
Yeah, that nigga turn to Mariah Carey
Pop out at night with a mask, nigga, shit get real scary
Have you in that morgue stiff, your mother singin, Mary, Mary
Well, have a nigga mother sreamin' bloody Mary
We pop out at nighttime, yeah, shit get real scary
You make us mad how you die, yeah, that shit vary
A lot of these niggas pussies, yeah, they real fairies
Heard, he lactose intolerant, f*ck it' just feed him dairy
Writer: Denim Lighty
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