Issue No 151 Uncle Sam Lyrics
Uncle Sam by Issue No. 151
(Hook)
When they see me out in traffic, they say damn
When they lookin' at my bitch ass, they say damn
It ain't Thanksgiving, still going down
And I'm texting for this shit, uncle Sam
And when they see me in the club they say damn
It ain't half time, but I got them bands
All this champagne got me going ham
And they taxin' for these bottles Uncle Sam
(Verse)
Everytime they see me out, they say 'look at that nigga'
Got a stack full o'paper, but that's a book on a nigga
Gotta watch out for the physics, gotta book on you nigga
But I still get money, what it look like, nigga?
Trap going crazy like 'he lost his fuckin' mind'
Club goin' crazy, eleven bottles at a time
Got the waitress goin' back and forth.
You're on yo first term, and I'm on my forth
I think I need to cover at the fuckin' source
I don't smoke a gram, I smoke a golf course
I keep this shit the cleanest, call me Bicky Span
A pound of the Bugatti cost seven bands,
Taxes nigga off the street
(Hook)
When they see me out in traffic, they say damn
When they lookin' at my bitch ass, they say damn
It ain't Thanksgiving, still going down
And I'm texting for this shit, uncle Sam
And when they see me in the club they say damn
It ain't half time, but I got them bands
All this champagne got me going ham
And they taxin' for these bottles Uncle Sam
(Verse)
I'm in a ship, dad cause a ride ?
All the snitch ass nigga testifying on a thug
That shit isn't clean at all
I don't drink Sprite unless it's lean in all
So many bitches, I can't meet 'em all
And I got some that I neva met
Every time I break a check, man, I break a sweat
Every time I hit the club, man, I break a wreck
Yung SwitchThings, he's a habitual flexer
My bitch got ass - Kim Kardash'
It ain't Thanksgiving, smokin' out the turkey bag
It ain't half-time, but a nigga got them bands
'Cause they taxin' for them bottles, nigga, Uncle Sam
(Hook)
When they see me out in traffic, they say damn
When they lookin' at my bitch ass, they say damn
It ain't Thanksgiving, still going down
And I'm texting for this shit, uncle Sam
And when they see me in the club they say damn
It ain't half time, but I got them bands
All this champagne got me going ham
And they taxin' for these bottles Uncle Sam
When they see me out in traffic, they say damn
When they lookin' at my bitch ass, they say damn
It ain't Thanksgiving, still going down
And I'm texting for this shit, uncle Sam
And when they see me in the club they say damn
It ain't half time, but I got them bands
All this champagne got me going ham
And they taxin' for these bottles Uncle Sam
(Verse)
Everytime they see me out, they say 'look at that nigga'
Got a stack full o'paper, but that's a book on a nigga
Gotta watch out for the physics, gotta book on you nigga
But I still get money, what it look like, nigga?
Trap going crazy like 'he lost his fuckin' mind'
Club goin' crazy, eleven bottles at a time
Got the waitress goin' back and forth.
You're on yo first term, and I'm on my forth
I think I need to cover at the fuckin' source
I don't smoke a gram, I smoke a golf course
I keep this shit the cleanest, call me Bicky Span
A pound of the Bugatti cost seven bands,
Taxes nigga off the street
(Hook)
When they see me out in traffic, they say damn
When they lookin' at my bitch ass, they say damn
It ain't Thanksgiving, still going down
And I'm texting for this shit, uncle Sam
And when they see me in the club they say damn
It ain't half time, but I got them bands
All this champagne got me going ham
And they taxin' for these bottles Uncle Sam
(Verse)
I'm in a ship, dad cause a ride ?
All the snitch ass nigga testifying on a thug
That shit isn't clean at all
I don't drink Sprite unless it's lean in all
So many bitches, I can't meet 'em all
And I got some that I neva met
Every time I break a check, man, I break a sweat
Every time I hit the club, man, I break a wreck
Yung SwitchThings, he's a habitual flexer
My bitch got ass - Kim Kardash'
It ain't Thanksgiving, smokin' out the turkey bag
It ain't half-time, but a nigga got them bands
'Cause they taxin' for them bottles, nigga, Uncle Sam
(Hook)
When they see me out in traffic, they say damn
When they lookin' at my bitch ass, they say damn
It ain't Thanksgiving, still going down
And I'm texting for this shit, uncle Sam
And when they see me in the club they say damn
It ain't half time, but I got them bands
All this champagne got me going ham
And they taxin' for these bottles Uncle Sam