paroles de chanson Uptown - Album Version (Edited) - lil wayne , Bun B , Drake
Yeah,
uh
huh
Uh,
hardly
home
but
always
reppin',
You
hardly
on
and
always
second,
When
I'm
awake
you
always
restin',
And
when
they
call
you
the
answer
you
will
hardly
question,
I,
I'm
doin'
classic
shit
in
all
my
sessions,
Other
nigga's
situations
they
are
all
depressin',
That's
why
I
never
follow
y'all
suggestions,
I
just
always
did
my
own
thing,
Now
I
run
the
game,
you
stupid
mudda-suckas
I
see
all
this
money
through
my
Ohio
State
buck
eyes,
Shit
been
goin'
good,
but
good
can
turn
to
better,
Cause
you
the
type
to
lose
her,
and
I'm
about
to
get
her
It's
okay
It's
okay
It's
okay
It's
okay
It's
okay
It's
okay
You
can
run
an
tell
your
friends
that
I'm
on
I'm
on
I'm
on
I'm
on
I'm
on
I'm
on
Best
believe
I
understand
It's
okay
It's
okay
It's
okay
It's
okay
It's
okay
It's
okay
You
can
run
an
tell
my
city
I'm
on
I'm
on
I'm
on
I'm
on
I'm
on
I'm
on
You
can
run
an
tell
my
city
it's
on
Yeah,
wrong
way
down
a
one
way,
Women
don't
get
saved
'round
me
even
on
a
Sunday,
Damn
where
I
get
it
from,
these
niggas
always
wonder
who,
Then
they
meet
my
pop
and
tell
'em
"Drake
is
just
a
younger
you"
And
shawty
wanna
party
so
don't
let
yo
girl
up
out
the
house
Or
there'll
be
shots
on
T-M-Z,
of
me
givin'
her
mouth-to-mouth,
Now
she's
famous
and
the
paparazzi
starts
to
shoot
her,
I
drive
two
black
cars
I
named
'em
Malcom
X
an'
Martin
Luther
I
don't
ever
play
but
I'm
in
the
game
lady,
They
just
loose
to
love,
those
are
tennis
games
lady,
Have
you
countin'
money
goin'
duffle
bag
crazy,
Sippin'
on
Pink
Floyd
an
puffin'
Wayne
Brady,
Damn,
who's
line
is
it
anyways,
I'm
in
a
daze,
you
been
amazed,
Y'all
seem
to
be
stuck
on
that
beginner
stage,
I'm
on
fire,
yup
I've
been
a
blaze,
I
got
dough
to
blow,
but
I
wanna
blow
it
right,
You
look
nice,
and
yo'
frame,
makes
me
wanna
bowl
a
strike
Well
alright,
guess
I
might,
know
what?
Fuck
it,
yes
I
will,
I
am
more
than
what
you
bargained
for
and
nothin'
less
than
real
Put
it
to
you
like
Bun
B
King
of
the
Trill
also
one
of
the
dopest,
Whether
the
streets
or
on
the
mic,
I'm
dope
and
yes
I'm
focused,
That
gangsta
recognize
me
for
my
locc
ness
no
joke
it's,
Time
to
shake
these
haters
off
like
the
skin
of
a
Locus,
Or
maybe
like
a
python
that's
the
type
a
shit
I'm
on,
I
wrote
this
on
my
iPhone
so
let
me
drop
this
iBomb,
I
palm
the
game
like
its
a
Splading
ball
and
take
flight,
From
the
free
throw
line
and
slam
it
down
like
I'm
the
great
Mike
Bun
an
Wayne
an
Drake
in
here
man
this
goin'
be
a
great
night,
Look
at
all
these
posers
bite,
our
swagger
like
a
great
white,
Try
to
cross
me
over
I
just
fake
left
then
I
break
right,
Stupid
animal
tricks
like
David
Letterman's
Late
Night,
This
that
major
moment
you've
been
waitin'
on
for
too
long,
The
best
that
ever
did
it
an
doin'
it
on
a
new
song,
U-G-K
an
Young
Money
too
strong
Bound
to
be
in
the
green
like
a
crouton,
So
what
the
fuck
is
you
on?
I
am
the
leather
jacket,
black
glasses,
All-American
bad
boy
I
own
the
swagger
supermarket
an'
you,
you
just
a
bag
boy
Cause
I
got
that
swag
boy,
the
swag
you
never
had
boy
Hate
an'
I
will
leave
ya
chest
the
color
of
my
flag
boy
Soo
woo
bitch,
I
do
this
shit,
I'll
erase
you
like
I
drew
you
bitch
An'
I
keep
that
toaster
you
can
come
an
be
my
strudel
bitch
I'm
so
uptown,
and
motherfucker
look
at
Wayne
Don't
go
uptown
yeah
And
now
I'm
on
this
rock
shit,
But
why
they
let
me
in
I'm
a
start
shootin'
in
a
mosh
pit,
ha
ha
Fuck
is
you
talkin'
bout,
Weezy
in
ya
mouth
now
Weezy
whatchu
talkin'
bout
(Young
mula
baby!)
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