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letra de put that shit on - yung booke, bighead & gunna

[intro: gunna]
told her to put that sh-t on
told her to put that sh-t on
(ayy, manzo, we got a hit, boy)
young gunna, young gunna the one
(ooh, bi-bighead on the beat)

[chorus: yung booke]
dark-ass shades, haters can’t see my face
secure my vibe, hater get out my sp-ce
foreign my car, hold on, foreign my b-tch, okay
big-ol’ guns, hitters on deck, don’t play
just checking my funds, [?]
heart frozen, you can tell i’m a product of the motherf-cking slums
[?] my palms, gorilla in the streets, yeah, [?]
comme des garçons with the rick owens on me, show ’em how to put this sh-t on

[verse 1: gunna]
i’ma show ’em how put this sh-t on
fashion show at louis vuitton
i put dior on my jordan 1’s
i put the rolls royce droptop down
got a nice breeze and i feel the sun
biscotti weed coming out my lungs
get a lot of g’s, i can spend ’em for fun
[?] now i’m one over one
young gunna, young gunna the one
he talking real tough like he never been stung
i hope that lil’ boy know i come with a gun
slimy and shady, don’t back down for none
i count up it daily, unlimited funds
[?] the money gon’ come
i still got a habit, they thought i was done
[chorus: yung booke]
dark-ass shades, haters can’t see my face
secure my vibe, hater get out my sp-ce
foreign my car, hold on, foreign my b-tch, okay
big-ol’ guns, hitters on deck, don’t play
just checking my funds, [?]
heart frozen, you can tell i’m a product of the motherf-cking slums
[?] my palms, gorilla in the streets, yeah, [?]
comme des garçons with the rick owens on me, show ’em how to put this sh-t on

[bridge: yung booke]
dark-ass shades
i’ma show ’em how to put this sh-t on
big rackades
i’ma show ’em how to put this sh-t on

[verse 2: yung booke]
jumped right off the ship now i’m warm
amiri my britches, i dior my kicks, i’ma show ’em how to put this sh-t on
[?]
my b-tch can’t wear [?]
need a six [?] to perform
my lil’ college freak like f-cking in her dorm
when i [?] put the gang on a charm
with gunna and i got a gun
put that sh-t on, i do that for fun, been doing it since i was young
[?] i’m shining on time
wipe that boy nose, when he know i was slime
[?] dripper, can’t f-ck with your kind
my diamonds, they blind
that’s why i gotta rock…
[chorus: yung booke]
dark-ass shades, haters can’t see my face
secure my vibe, hater get out my sp-ce
foreign my car, hold on, foreign my b-tch, okay
big-ol’ guns, hitters on deck, don’t play
just checking my funds, [?]
heart frozen, you can tell i’m a product of the motherf-cking slums
[?] my palms, gorilla in the streets, yeah, [?]
comme des garçons with the rick owens on me, show ’em how to put this sh-t on

- yung booke bighead gunna

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