Chords for Lil Wayne - Uproar (DJ Jeff Twerk Hype Remix)

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_ _ _ _ Let me see your shoulders look, I mean I don't know what y'all came here to do but uh, if you ain't got a lighter what the f*** you smoking for?
Can we get it high?
What the f*** though, where the love go?
5 4 3 2 I let 1 go, 5
What the f*** though, I don't bluff bro, aiming at your head, like a buffalo
You a roughneck, I'm a putt bro, you a tough guy, this a love joke
Then the sun die, the night is young though, the diamond still shine, been a rough hoe
What the f*** though, where the love go?
5 4 3 2 I let 1 go, this a s*** show
Put you front row, copy s*** bro, this a cum show
Might be over f***ing, in a box, that is still my f***ing favorite love quote
Put the gun aside, what the f*** for?
I sleep with the gun, then she don't snow
What the f*** yo, where the love go?
Trade the ski mask for the muzzle
It's a blood bath, where the suns go?
It's a swiss bee, that'll drones go
If she's iffy, that'll drugs go If she's simply, double cup toes
I got a duffel, full of hundoes, that'll love go
Let's up bro
What the f*** though, where the love go?
5 4 3 2 I let 1 go, 5
What the f*** though, I don't bluff bro, aiming at your head, like a buffalo
What the f*** though, where the love go?
5 4 3 2 I let 1 go, 5
What the f*** though, I don't bluff bro, aiming at your head, like a buffalo
What the f*** though, I [Ab] don't bluff bro, I come out the scuff, for what I'll [Ebm] scuff for
Puff puff bro, I don't huff though, yellow diamonds up close, catch a search bro
At your front door, where the guns go?
Knock knock, who's there's how it won't go
It's a jungle, we have the utmost, for the nutsos, and we nuts so
What the f*** though, front front bro, we grow up fast, we roll up slow
We throw up gangsta, she throw up dope, green light, paint, clown like a burnout
Put the green in the bag, like a lawnmower, hair trigger pull back, like a Conroe
Extra clip, and a stash, like a console, listen it's a barn, no you listen to Dono
What the f*** bro, where the love go?
Swizzy he the chef, I like my lunch gross
Just look up bro, where the skirts go?
I see the shop bro, but where the bra go?
Hmm, killer unknown, only way he coming back is through his own bones
If you see who's in my bag, think I'm a drug lord
[C] It's empty when I give it back, now where's the [Ebm] love bro? _
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