Yea
And they know I spit the truth ain't no reason I could lie for
They just mad that I go harder then the nose of any rhino
With my third eye open I don't know if I'm psychic or psycho
But if you cross me the wrong way you gone need way more than Geico
Im in white-n-white but uno still a nigga no albino
I go harder than you tryna flick yo finger on a tightrope
Ima motha f*cka slap it grip it squeeze it tight like lipo
But the only suction goin on when her mouth meet my pipe-o
Thougt that pistol was enough oh no you better grab that rifle
Cuz the shit that i be sayin leave you f*cked up like the Bible
I broke bread with all my rivals cuz I used to be they idols
Bitch im BROWN brothers running on wild nature f*ck yo title
For my folks i hold it down i used to live life in detention
Uno posted on the block just like the signs of children missin
I dont make no songs for kids its more for niggas crackas bitches
Never cared if you offended f*ck yo defense im offensive bitch
I got the juice or the sauce, both its complicated
Gave yo bitch a extra gram because she left here extra naked
Here hoe have a hard time but i guess its best this way
The ending gotta good alternative you want it tits or face
I do what i want you do what u can nigga
And my pockets always loud cuz i keep some bands in it
Something like a trash can always keep a bag wit me
2 way all the shit im sayin keep shit wrapped up like saran
Ran from nan man never been part of my plan dawg
1 glock in my hand 1 in pants lets have a standoff
Known to be the man I jump for money like a damn frog
Yo bitch start using fingers whenever hear my damn song
Uno-Mf - Rhino Lyrics
Uno-Mf - Rhino Lyrics
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Yea
And they know I spit the truth ain't no reason I could lie for
They just mad that I go harder then the nose of any rhino
With my third eye open I don't know if I'm psychic or psycho
But if you cross me the wrong way you gone need way more than Geico
Im in white-n-white but uno still a nigga no albino
I go harder than you tryna flick yo finger on a tightrope
Ima motha f*cka slap it grip it squeeze it tight like lipo
But the only suction goin on when her mouth meet my pipe-o
Thougt that pistol was enough oh no you better grab that rifle
Cuz the shit that i be sayin leave you f*cked up like the Bible
I broke bread with all my rivals cuz I used to be they idols
Bitch im BROWN brothers running on wild nature f*ck yo title
For my folks i hold it down i used to live life in detention
Uno posted on the block just like the signs of children missin
I dont make no songs for kids its more for niggas crackas bitches
Never cared if you offended f*ck yo defense im offensive bitch
I got the juice or the sauce, both its complicated
Gave yo bitch a extra gram because she left here extra naked
Here hoe have a hard time but i guess its best this way
The ending gotta good alternative you want it tits or face
I do what i want you do what u can nigga
And my pockets always loud cuz i keep some bands in it
Something like a trash can always keep a bag wit me
2 way all the shit im sayin keep shit wrapped up like saran
Ran from nan man never been part of my plan dawg
1 glock in my hand 1 in pants lets have a standoff
Known to be the man I jump for money like a damn frog
Yo bitch start using fingers whenever hear my damn song
And they know I spit the truth ain't no reason I could lie for
They just mad that I go harder then the nose of any rhino
With my third eye open I don't know if I'm psychic or psycho
But if you cross me the wrong way you gone need way more than Geico
Im in white-n-white but uno still a nigga no albino
I go harder than you tryna flick yo finger on a tightrope
Ima motha f*cka slap it grip it squeeze it tight like lipo
But the only suction goin on when her mouth meet my pipe-o
Thougt that pistol was enough oh no you better grab that rifle
Cuz the shit that i be sayin leave you f*cked up like the Bible
I broke bread with all my rivals cuz I used to be they idols
Bitch im BROWN brothers running on wild nature f*ck yo title
For my folks i hold it down i used to live life in detention
Uno posted on the block just like the signs of children missin
I dont make no songs for kids its more for niggas crackas bitches
Never cared if you offended f*ck yo defense im offensive bitch
I got the juice or the sauce, both its complicated
Gave yo bitch a extra gram because she left here extra naked
Here hoe have a hard time but i guess its best this way
The ending gotta good alternative you want it tits or face
I do what i want you do what u can nigga
And my pockets always loud cuz i keep some bands in it
Something like a trash can always keep a bag wit me
2 way all the shit im sayin keep shit wrapped up like saran
Ran from nan man never been part of my plan dawg
1 glock in my hand 1 in pants lets have a standoff
Known to be the man I jump for money like a damn frog
Yo bitch start using fingers whenever hear my damn song
Writer: Diego Norton
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