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letra de uncle buck garden - loso loaded

[chorus: loso loaded]
yeah, yeah, he can’t afford what i rock (oh yeah)
this sh-t i’m rockin’ exclusive, lil n-gg-
no location, my b-tch got the drop
i was just broke and just sleeping on floors
now i’m loaded all up at the top (yeah)
i see these lil n-gg-s plotting and hating
i swear i can never be stopped (oh no)
i swear i’m straight on gucci, [?]
i got my street ambition from my pops
i was just dead broke in the yo
and i was just dead broke on the block
living like call of duty: black ops
you tryna wash the pain, drink wop
i swear i’ll never change, get guap
free all my woadies chained in the box
yeah, woah-woah, yeah, woah-loso

[verse: loso loaded]
i’ma go get me some money (some money, yeah)
get this sh-t monday through sunday (yeah)
blake griffin, i got this muf-cka jumpin’
i came out this muf-cka runnin’ (know it)
n-gg- play with me or one of my woadies it’s gon be a [?]
i want the back end, lil n-gg- (back end)
i was just broke, they was calling me trigga
now i got them racks in, n-gg- (racks)
nine on my neck, lil b-tch count up them figures
i’m tryna sn-tch her heart and take her soul out (sn-tch it out)
my buddy from the south be whipping that pole out (yeah)
i got problems they don’t know about
i was at rock house on a blow out (yeah, yeah, watch out)
hop out that motherf-cker looking like it
i got this baby with me and she ratchet
ballin’ hard, loso, he got arthritis
a broke b-tch’ll break an eagle to a dummy
new baby daddy, he ain’t getting money
i seen the n-gg-s flood a cold case away
turkey sandwich, he a zombie
track hawk running, n-gg-, and i do the dash
living life reckless, n-gg-, hope i never crash
bringing back my old flow, i might need a mask
uncle buck’s garden, i ain’t smoking gas
i smoke exotic or lettuce (exotic)
he wanted beef then he dead it (what happen?)
lil b-tch not choking, she ready (no choking)
hit in between that’s for getting on daddy
i heard ’bout victoria’s secret
i head up to neiman’s then gucci her panties (gucci)
i’m a lil fly motherf-cker (fly as f-ck)
i pop me a perc and take off like aladdin (take off, yeah)

[chorus: loso loaded]
he can’t afford what i rock (oh yeah)
this sh-t i’m rockin’ exclusive, lil n-gg-
no location, my b-tch got the drop
i was just broke and just sleeping on floors
now i’m loaded all up at the top (yeah)
i see these lil n-gg-s plotting and hating
i swear i can never be stopped (oh no)
i swear i’m straight on gucci, [?]
i got my street ambition from my pops
i was just dead broke in the yo
and i was just dead broke on the block
living like call of duty: black ops
you tryna wash the pain, drink wop
i swear i’ll never change, get guap
free all my woadies chained in the box

- loso loaded

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