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Lil Wayne 's "Uproar" is high-energy right from its start, starting with audio of a crowd cheering before Lil Wayne comes in with "Y'all know his name! The song peaked at No. Lil Wayne released a music video for "Uproar," which features some wild dance moves. Check it out below, along with the full lyrics.
DOLLA lyrics : "Who The Fuck Is That?"
Y'all know his name Ayo Mac let the beat drop Ladies and gentlemen, C5 Oh crowd cheering Wayne time Oh Yeah, yeah, yeah Woo 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 uhh If you ain't got a lighter, what the fuck you smoking for What the fuck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go Bow, get the fuck 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, get it rough hoe What the fuck though? Five, four, three, two, where the ones go? It's a shit show, put you front row Talkin' shit, bro?
Let your tongue show Money over bitches, and above hoes That is still my favorite love quote Put the gun inside, what the fuck for? I sleep with the gun, then she don't snore What the fuck yo?
Trade the ski mask, for the muzzle It's a blood bath, where the suds go?
Lil Wayne's 'Uproar' Lyrics | Billboard
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 otta duffle full of hundos There the love go, where's the uproar? What the fuck though? Five, four, three, two, I let one go Bow, get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro Aimin' at your head like that buffalo What the fuck though? Five, four, three, two, I let one go Bow, get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro Aimin' at your head like a buffalo Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro I come out the scuffle without a scuff, bro Puff, puff, bro, I don't huff though Yellow diamonds up close, having sex whilst reading a sunstroke At your lyrics 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 fuck, bro?
It's what I'm from, bro We grew up fast, we rolled up slow We throw up gang signs, she throw up dope Dreadlock, hang time like yuh dun kno 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 Don O What the fuck bro? Swizzy, you the chef, I like my lunch gross Just look fuck, bro there the stars go I see the shovel, but where did bruh go?
Mm To the unknown Only way he comin' back is through his unborn If you see what's in my bag, think I'm a drug lord It's empty what I fuck it back, now where's the uproar? Five, four, three, the, I let one go Bow, get the fuck though, I don't girl with big boobs naked, bro Aimin' at your head like a buffalo.
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