Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Uproar , by - Lil Wayne. Song from the album Tha Carter V, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 24.09.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Young Money
Song language: English
Uproar |
| (Weezy, Weezy, Weezy, Weezy |
| Weezy, Weezy, Weezy, Weezy) |
| 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 fuck you smoking for? |
| We hot! |
| (Haaa) |
| 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 in the rough, ho |
| What the fuck though? |
| Where the love go? |
| 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, and she don’t snore |
| What the fuck, 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 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 |
| 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 |
| Get the fuck 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 fuck, 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 fuck, 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 drug lord |
| It’s empty when I give it back, now where’s the uproar? |
| 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 |
| 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 |