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letra de put 'em on - bizz-e blaze

[intro]
100 percent no 50/50
hoes is f-ckin’ wit me everytime i’m in city
i get love like pac & biggie
this my year i’m goin strong, charles manson on every song
it feels so right it should be wrong
every show goin’ dumb, i put ’em on

[verse 1]
they say they feelin the flow
more than these b-tches that’s feelin my stroke
where ya feelin’ to go
anything goes, n-gga i’m goin 4 broke
dawg this ain’t no joke
peep my team on scene, lookin mean
bout to scheme on them hotties in dior couture jeans
see me inside their inseams
got d-ck 4 they splines, got smoke, to make em’ lean
but they get no green if they some fiends
this is what they want ignorance?
this the type of sh-t that make ya jump
that’ll make ya blood pump
fists fly, knife fights, guns dump, now sit back & watch the come up
all my sc-ms deep so u kno them fools don’t run up
smackfest until the suns up & when this b-tch ends roll mo’ blunts
hoes tellin’ me that i’m so blunt and upfront, you know i put ’em on

[hook]
i put em on, put put put em on (cuz i’m on my sh-t)
i put em on, put, put, put em on (cuz i’m in this b-tch)
i put em on, put, put, put em on
so when they see me, they know that sh-t’s about to go down!

[verse 2]
yea uhh all i want is bottles around me, and some girls
bring ya friends, f-ck an i.d
but oddly, all them haters keep eyeing me
wondering what they tryna see, all my sc-ms run v.i.p
so we keep pouring, head shots til’ the morning
b-tches pull on my arm, just to tell me i’m on it
then she pull on my d-ck, jus to tell me she want it
sh-t cherish the moment, as i outshine any opponent
now im stuck in drive til i get mine, everybody know that it’s my time
everybody know that a n-gga so cold
and you couldn’t be cool wearin’ shorts in da winter
servin’ these chickens like a drive thru n-gga, i’ll b in ya hood
i ain’t a drive-thru n-gga, but it’s tedious to get this work right
so pardon my manners, my plates a lil bigger
go figure, got ya bread u cater to gold digger
b-tch u wouldn’t get a dime if i dished it from moe williams
give u metaphors for those underdraws, adlibs for that -ss & t-ts
we could go bar for bra but when we done u ain’t leavin wit shhhitt…

[bridge]
[bizz-e blaze]
i told em, now go and tell them i put you on
tell them the team got you too… yea… sc-m gamg, yung fresh!

[hook]
i put em on, put put put em on,(cuz i’m on my sh-t)
i put em on, put, put , put em on (cuz i’m in this b-tch)
i put em on, put, put, put em on (so when they see me)
they know, that sh-t’s about to go down!

- bizz e blaze

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