Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Put Em Up, artist - Lil Snupe. Date of issue: 27.10.2014
Song language: English
Put Em Up |
| I’m chasin' my dreams |
| From the good kush and codine |
| Keep a lot of bad bitches around me |
| Keep a whole lot of money in my jeans |
| I do this for my city |
| Cause I know my city got me |
| And I tell this to my haters just watch me on TV |
| Put em up, Put em up, Put em up, Put em up (4x) |
| Man codine gotta nigga so lean |
| Chasin mo' dreams, got me chasin mo' green |
| All my niggas out here chasin' those dreams |
| Nigga gotta get, by any mean |
| Any nigga try to really come in-between, we gon' hit you up with the fuckin' |
| red beam |
| Any fuck nigga try to play wit my team, i’mma let you know we comin' |
| Ain’t no playin wit no nigga |
| Neva eva been a ho nigga |
| Can’t go broke I’m wit i got mo' money through it mo' smoke |
| With Bigg Poppa and ratchet city |
| All the bitches get ratchet wit me |
| They know the youngin' I’m takin over it my time yet the wait is over |
| Nigga Boosie gon' |
| Snupe on till Boosie home |
| I’mma hold it down, put that on my round |
| Nigga know what’s up Louisiana ball |
| I swear to god i got on my back |
| Nigga I carry my own |
| Get my money my own sex |
| I love money I’m 'bout the stacks |
| Nigga it’s Lil Snupe |
| Nigga play games we’ll get you |
| I got real hitta’s tha’ll hit you |
| I love my serve but a big blue |
| I’m up chasin' my dreams gettin full of kush and codine |
| And its that celebration for the niggas hatin' I’m up countin' mo' green |
| Nigga |
| All them hard nights gon' pay off |
| I stayed on, then stayed off |
| You niggas ain’t got a ring yet |
| We all still in the playoffs |
| Yellow tails the motivate me |
| Ratchet hoes they hatin' too |
| Say the city got a nigga over rated |
| I grind hard like I never ate |
| My childhood years ain’t never played |
| I remember nights I ate noodles, no condiments on a nigga plate |
| I watched my daddy cook a lot of work, while the other kids went outside and |
| play |
| I ain’t tryin' to raise mine like that, I’m chasin' dreams like Dr. King |
| Gotta give it out themud by any means |
| I’d sprayed shit at he enemy |
| I’m blowin' loud, my eyes tight |
| Then i swear to god I come for |
| My momma home, My sista home but i talked to god don’t bend them knees |
| Everyday is something mane |
| Outsiders gettin' on your nerves |
| Niggas goin' back on they word |
| Rap game like the dope game |
| No extra friends we gettin it in |
| Real No extra |
| I really do it for Louisiana |
| I really do it for Louisiana |