Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Be Puttin' On , by - Wale. Release date: 21.06.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Be Puttin' On |
| We poppin bottles of the pink shit take 'em to the dome |
| We ain’t ever on that weak shit always blowin’on that strong |
| Every day we party till early in the morning |
| Put that shit on instagram so they know I’m puttin on I know you see me, yeah, I be puttin’on |
| I know you see me with your lookin’ass |
| What the fuck you lookin’at |
| This is mmg and we don’t speak to all you fuckin’crabs |
| Got a bunch of cash but money is under fam |
| I’d rather be over-prepared than slip in here understaffed |
| Did you understand I’m down to ride with my niggas |
| Just a double m you can’t fuck with them unless your certified to ride with us Keep the broads far above my business and my mind following the ditches |
| And I ain’t trippin off of potential that’s another word for ain’t this shit |
| Work, and I put d.c. |
| on, we ain’t been this high since the e.r., see r You niggas be some peons, talkin bout y’all be gone |
| Whole time niggas wanting swing plans, tee-ball |
| Hundred thousands hundred thousands, I be throwin’hundred thousands |
| I know why they trustin me cause I got all these funds around 'em |
| My fan base consist of niggas with drugs around 'em |
| Educated sisters to bitches dancin’with ones around 'em |
| I know you think all we do is have fun around here |
| But I’m from a city where young niggas carry guns |
| Don’t single out any corner it’s poppin’on every one |
| They talking about what they goin’do it’s probably already done |
| I’m running through cake runnin’through states |
| Take your one to the face every one or two cakes |
| Just bought a new crib, that’s a wonderful space |
| Ask me how I feel I got it so my nigga |
| I be cooler than a motherfucker |
| Wanna hit the fans selling work on the internet call it instagram |
| And you know I do it for my city, you know I’m puttin’on |
| Hundred racks on this clothes a nigga puttin’on |
| Self made, self paid forty on my belt waist |
| Underground lobster feast get a shell face |
| I be twisted off of molly doe, chopped bricks karate doe |
| Closet two floors safari doe |
| Brown (undefined) tag nigga can’t pay for swag |
| We know we love the game but we hate to brag, montana |
| Me and rozay twisted on a boat watchin’all you fucked niggas choke |