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letra de uncle sam - flandrexo

got the swag
on me, loaded on me (yeah)
pockets stacked up in these baggy ahh jeans (baggy ahh jeans)
(huh) i don’t wanna talk, if you ain’t talking bout green (ain’t talking bout green)
wrist too sick on me gonna make me quarantine (quarantine)
like d-mn i’m the man, with the plan
got these bands on me b-tch i feel like uncle sam (uncle sam)
stuffed up pants no sh-t i’m finna sag (finna sag)
i love all my sons because they carry on the swag
when i’m in this b-tch, i’ma give my all
yeah i put on rick i feel like standing tall
how the f-ck you on the court and you ain’t got no ball
yeah you see the score, i’m standing on the top

get back, give me some of that closure
i got biddies scared of that exposure
i smoke good gas fill me with pneumonia
if the ball is in my field i kick it just like barcelona
yeah, when you see me kick this sh-t this sh-t go far
why you acting like you tuff lil b-tch when you’re not hard
yea- yeah, gas it take me up to venus not on mars
n-gga acting like his squad can beat us tore they ass apart
n-ggas keep surrounding me but i don’t wanna talk now
if i see my enemies i get the plank and walk down
you is not a friend of me, you a fish i’ma shark now
talk about the youkai turn your hood into a ghost town
got the swag
on me, loaded on me (yeah)
pockets stacked up in these baggy ahh jeans (baggy ahh jeans)
(heh) i don’t wanna talk, if you ain’t talking bout green (ain’t talking bout green)
wrist too sick on me gonna make me quarantine (quarantine)
like d-mn i’m the man, with the plan
got these bands on me b-tch i feel like uncle sam (uncle sam)
stuffed up pants no sh-t i’m finna sag (finna sag)
i love all my sons because they carry on the swag
when i’m in this b-tch, i’ma give my all
yeah i put on rick i feel like standing tall
how the f-ck you on the court and you ain’t got no ball
yeah you see the score, i’m standing on the top

look at me, look at you, look at us
i get cheddar cheese, i count bank, i count bucks
he ain’t a friend of me, but i don’t really give no f-ck
he ain’t the centerpiece, b-tch that’s me with that clutch
aye, and i’m not teller b-tch
choppa f-ck the block up he stand on it like it’s celibate
i got too much rackies rackies add it up with that intelligence
these n-ggas do too much yapping b-tch i’m booted off the elements

- flandrexo

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