Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Puttin' On , by - Jarren Benton. Release date: 21.07.2016
Song language: English
Puttin' On |
| Hopsin said fuck the label |
| Dizzy he stuck with Dame |
| SwizZz working on his album |
| And me, bitch I’m still insane |
| Popped a few pills to deal with the pain |
| Prefer the money over fame |
| She’ll fuck for a gram of cocaine |
| Goddamn fame is such a cool thing |
| Used to stand by the stove when the heat was off |
| The preachers couldn’t reach me what Jesus taught |
| That’s the same language that kept the slaves in line |
| I walk out the house I’mma bring my nine |
| I don’t trust a broke nigga’s frame of mind |
| These fuck niggas all wear the same designs |
| I’m still the shit through the change of times |
| Toast to the real have a drink of wine |
| I woke up like this, why the fuck is you living? |
| I take your life if you fuck with my children |
| Forensics came and scraped his brains off the ceiling |
| I just fucking dipped don’t play with the feelings |
| I’m just in this bitch to make me some millions |
| Fuck the middle man we made us a killing |
| Spilling liquor got a stain on my linen |
| We give no fucks about the way that you feeling |
| We the ones that got it popping nigga |
| We go hard like ain’t no options nigga |
| Can’t stop these choppers, get to chopping niggas |
| Fuck the way you feeling |
| We the ones that putting on |
| Put on, Put on, Put on, (x2) |
| We the ones that putting on |
| We the ones that putting on |
| I put a hundred in her thong |
| She let me fuck cause I’m a rapper |
| Send her back home with no make up on |
| This game turned my heart to an icebox |
| I used to wear Reeboks and Izods |
| I still bump OutKast on my iPod |
| When she throw that ass back I’m like «My god» |
| I told that lil' bitch I got money to make |
| How can I stomach the hate? |
| Fuck around get a gun in your face |
| Don’t fuck up your day and get punched in the face |
| I walk in this bitch like I’m running the place |
| Bitch we still movin' you running in place |
| Kick down the door when we run through to say |
| «I'm friends with the plug, I can front you the base» |
| This sound like that dope in your veins |
| Young nigga I notice your pain |
| Days with no money had drove us insane |
| Did so much drugs I got holes in my brain |
| Far from my circle we know you a lame |
| We go so hard when we go in the paint |
| This that new crack but the stove look the same |
| Slow Motion 2 put your nose in this 'cain |
| We the ones that got it popping nigga |
| We go hard like ain’t no options nigga |
| Can’t stop these choppers, get to chopping niggas |
| Fuck the way you feeling |
| We the ones that putting on |
| Put on, Put on, Put on, (x2) |
| We the ones that putting on |