Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Putcha Thang on Me , by - Money BRelease date: 27.05.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Putcha Thang on Me |
| Is this my party or yours, my time or yours |
| My drank or yours, my place or yours |
| Can you drive? |
| Naw, I’ll drive |
| I don’t lie, you lie |
| I even tell the truth when I lie |
| Now gimme some head, cause its the last time |
| You’ll ever see a nigga like me |
| I’m on some fuckin and flee |
| You only hate cause you lovin to eat |
| You heard 2Pac tape, and now you thuggin wit three |
| Bankrupt, hoodrats, and now they lovin some me |
| Say bitch do me a favor |
| Go get your boy a bat, and two shots of yay (alright) |
| I’m thinkin you my flava, I’m bout to put you on my hip |
| Let you vibrate my shit like a pager |
| That ass is lookin major |
| Do you fuck on the first date? |
| Well lets skate like Armor Yaga |
| They say the best pussy is new pussy |
| You even true pussy |
| I turned you into crew pussy |
| Now look at this bitch, she bout a eight or a nine |
| But a eight next to Clee, gon make her a dime |
| I just met the bitch, and she want me to make her mine |
| But I’m like bitch, grab a ticket, get a number, wait in line |
| And haters find me to be they worst nightmare |
| Cause I have they bitch cleanin house in they nightware |
| They be like, where in the fuck is my bitch at? |
| She proably blowin me back, while she blowin ya scratch |
| Put Cha thang on me |
| I’m tryna drink, fuck, nut and get up |
| You got your name on me |
| I see you lookin right, but what yo cash lookin like |
| Put cha thang on me |
| You say you wanna make it hot, well lets shake the spot |
| You got your name on me |
| Bitch we ain’t trippin on ya |
| We from Oakland, California! |
| I’m drinkin hard liqour, the results come quicker |
| I got scratch bitch wikka wikka |
| I’m sick of you bousy hoes |
| I be fuckin wit them hoodrats and ???(make a bitch bust a nudey pose) |
| Fuck that, you got the plush cat, whats that? |
| Bend over, and lemme touch that (whats that?) |
| A freckled face nutstasche |
| Make em take they knee like a touchback |
| And grab a hold to my nutsack, and lemme bust that |
| I’m proably the dopest nigga that the earth ever made |
| I’m fine, I’m long, got game, and I’m paid |
| Nigga I can pull a bitch in a mail man suit |
| Leavin checks to checks, scopin in my steel toe boots |
| Now, watch what I tell ya, i’ma pull Lil Kim |
| Cause she done got some shit fixed |
| Now she holdin her ten |
| From here, its fair game, fuckin everybodys bitch |
| Payroll on mine, I ain’t turnin down shit |
| Well heres a little somethin about a nigga like Clee |
| Nigga been a playa since elementary |
| And I’ma stay a playa till the next century |
| Got the??? |
| sayin, wow bitch its Clee |
| Let a bitch hit to me, I’m the one she wanna leave wit |
| I’ma have that bitch, playboy, please believe it |
| We run game on em, then we run trains on em |
| Its even to the point when they put our names on em |