47 Miller Gang

47 Miller Gang - Flag On lyrics

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Flag On

Uh Ooh!

I got my flag on so you know I be

Flaggin, Flaggin, Flaggin, Flaggin, Flaggin

I got my flag on so you know I be flaggin

I got my flag on so you know I be

Flaggin, Flaggin, Flaggin, Flaggin, Flaggin

You know I'm real right

So you know I be raggin

Catch me flamed up

Hoppin' out that G-wagon

With the homies on bloody ave G-mackin'

B stackin I'm stackin bridge he's action

Bacon gettin' loose and these niggas get me curious

While they only flag up, once I'm gettin' serious

Niggas get delirious, nigga is you serious?

These flags ain't bad, you better strap with the back

I be the F-L-A-M-E-to the-S

Ya'll ready know homie I be the best

I rep the 5 all day

I put it on my chest

Touch my flag homie

You'll get 5 on ya chest

I rep the East

But you can't forget about the West

One beef homie better Vef in da Tech

47 to ride

Homie is the best

Got guns over here, it's like heads over necks

(Braaa!)

Soowoo!

Mothafucka I'm the truth in dis' booth

I'll hit you with' the back of the gun just to loosin' ya tooth

Dudes fuckin with' a nigga that's loose

I'll put the iron to ya grill nigga like the front of the coup

And you know I be raggin'

Jeans stay saggin'

G'd up from the feet up

And no I ain't braggin'

I got gun to spray ya block up

Like I'm taggin'

Niggas better back the fuck up

Before I drag em'

I be the B-R-I-D-G-E

Flag to the right for the set for 93 (Braaa!)

Niggas gettin' mad cause I'm gettin' tougher than some billa billa

And I'm gettin' get yea something like a pilla pilla

Eastside 5 and you know how I do

Damu dog

And I bang with' piru too

Bs up homie

Blooded out to the flesh

Take it as my set yes

Bang till' the death

(Braaa!)

Soowoo!

Flags, guns, sex, cash, weed, hoes, tax, blast

Ma gimme the bun, neck, ass

Henny and haze make the sex last

Pimps, hustlas, hoes, g's

Bikes, cars, trolleys

Ma you know me

O-G

Show me, moby

Ayo I'm back spittin' game

Put the flow nothin' the tracks

Gun under the bed

Act up I'm gettin' it

I got 357 that make you back flip

Shawty lift you high

Pump known as that

Fuck an nigga, hit him up

Niggas wanna front

Punk nigga hit a pump

Have you scramblin' like mike vick

Niggas out here be talkin' shit like they got shit

Reach before your hip

You ain't got no gun to sidekick

(Braaa!)

Soowoo!

Ooh can you believe dat

I'm on the track

Now niggas believe dat

Hold up

Get ya receipt back cause

Ya'll track is wack

Cause D. Cole ain't on that

Spit or go home yea I own that cd

Yo that's my throne

Uh Ooh!

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