Uproar Lyrics
Y`all know his name
Ayo Mac
Ladies and gentlemen, C5 (Oh)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 don`t ain`t 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
Aiming 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?
Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, where the ones go?
It`s a shit show, put you front row
Talking 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?
Where the love go?
Trade the ski mask, for the muzzle
It`s a blood bath, where the Suns go?
It`s a Swizz beat, down the drums go?
If she`s iffy, down the drugs go
If she sip lean, double cup toast
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Gotta duffle full of hundos
Down the love go, where`s the uproar?
What the fuck tho?
Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the fuck though
I don`t bluff, bro
Aiming 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
Aiming 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, 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 grew up fast, we rolled up slow
We throw up gang signs, she throw up dope
Dreadlock hang down like a bando
Put the green in the bag, like a lawnmower
Hair trigger pulled back like a cornrow
Extra clip in the stash like a console
Listening to Bono
You listen to Don O
What the fuck though?
Where the love go?
Swizzy, you a chef,
I like my lunch gross
Just look up,
Bro there the stars goI see the shovel
But where the drugs go? Mm
To the unknown
Only way he coming 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
Aiming 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
Aiming at your head like a buffalo
