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Uncle Sam
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In Tour
Hip-Hop/Rap
Uncle Sam è stato pubblicato il 10 gennaio 2025 da #Boyz Entertainment LLC / EMPIRE come parte dell'album RIO FREE
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Data di uscita10 gennaio 2025
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM199

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rio Da Yung OG
Rio Da Yung OG
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough
Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough
Songwriter
Dwayne William Moore
Dwayne William Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wayne616
Wayne616
Producer
Skyler Gibbons
Skyler Gibbons
Mixing Engineer

Testi

[Intro]
It's a Wayne beat
No cap in my rap, ****
When I rap, ****
I'm so fucked up, I'd probably be strapped to it
I'd probably still fuck a mami
Like I might pull up with a strap on me
[Verse 1]
20,000 dollars and some act on me
And I don't smoke weed, I got a black on me
I really wanna prove a point, I wanna smack somethin'
Half an M, I got a knick-knack on me
Two sticks and a Glock, I got a Kit-Kat on me
You wanna go out to eat with Bud? That's my fat cousin
And he funny than a bitch, but he a smack for me
And this was way before I even had money
Yeah, she pretty in the face, but got a bad structure
We just walked in Blue Flame, leave the tab open
Every time I see your mall, I gotta grab somethin'
[Verse 2]
But I'm on these Louis, Gucci, Balenciaga, I never had nothin'
Thirty ain't work, who got a Lord tab for me?
I been movin' all day like a cab service
**** stole the zip, we put a slab on 'em
But it ain't really 'bout the paper, I never had nothin'
You gotta hit me with that face 'cause why you got a pad on you?
Like, why you pull up knowin' damn well your ass bloody?
Hit a strip on Sunday night, caught crabs Monday
I gotta stop that shit, man, like, that shit really don't be cool
[Verse 3]
I'm out of L.A., who got a bag for me?
You ain't really rich for real if you don't stash money
Who got another crib? I'm tryna grab somethin'
That bitch ass looked real, that's why I grabbed on it
But her fee was kinda big, so I passed on her
Told you 'bout shootin' with Sosa, he a pass on me
I know some **** in the feds been sittin' so long, they ass hurt
I know a doctor who'll write a kid's script, bro, this cast purple
There's no M-B-P if I upload a turtle shell
He drunk so much green, they done sent him to a turtle jail
[Verse 4]
Hustle, I just made a hamburger sale
Your baby daddy should've did that, he the burger man
Most **** can't even write in cursive well
He done signed the contract, this **** dumb as hell
Pull up to the trenches, ask 'em, 'Who got a gun for sale?'
I did forty-four months 'cause I ain't wanna tell
His lil' ass couldn't even do with money in jail
Who got some real weed? This got another smell
I'm tired of people askin' why my cousin tell
I hope that **** go to jail and don't get none of his meal
Bitch, I'm legit, I don't run from twelve
And my TRX not a Striker, I pay 112
[Verse 5]
KB beat the **** ass, then his gun fell
Mike picked it up, dropped a dozen shells
I got confidence, I'll punch a well
I can't give you half a million on a blues, that's why I fuck with Will
I buy my cars from the dealership, I don't fuck with Sam
Like, how y'all get me forty-four months for a couple grams?
Written by: Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough, Dwayne William Moore
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