Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Put Ya Lyfe on It, artist - Nems. Date of issue: 11.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Put Ya Lyfe on It |
| We don’t like talkin' to strangers |
| Doors off, I’ll rip you out that bum ass Wrangler |
| Coney Island, watch the mayor work |
| Open my Rollie box |
| The only time you’ll see my name on paperwork |
| I did a punk-ass one to four |
| Came home, pumpin' raw |
| Run in the crib like fuck a door |
| My right hook’ll probably slump your jaw |
| Condoms in my pocket, but I still fucked her raw |
| You know the vibes |
| They switch sides, but I’m not surprised (Never) |
| 'Cause I never asked for help when it’s time to ride |
| I watched my friends die, became dead inside |
| So you can swallow these bullets or swallow your pride |
| In my ride, I got merch and a semi-automatic |
| And I stay by my product like a bag of Blue Magic |
| So keep your punk-ass in the house, rookie |
| Before I smack a pint of lean out your mouth, pussy |
| If you stayin' on somethin', you put your life on it |
| You don’t ever get to think twice on it |
| Freedom on the line, roll the dice on it |
| Everything in life got a price on it |
| If you stayin' on somethin', you put your life on it |
| You don’t ever get to think twice on it |
| Freedom on the line, roll the dice on it |
| Everything in life got a price on it |
| All of my dawgs post pics, no captions on 'em |
| There’s no cappin' on 'em, they all got ratchets on 'em |
| My man made a fake gram as a chick |
| She gamed somebody for a brick (Ha ha) |
| He did the catfish on 'em |
| There’s thieves dead upstairs, throw a mattress on 'em |
| The Fetty Wap gets 'em dropped, closed casket on 'em |
| There’s fake pages on the post writin' ratshit on 'em |
| I’ll flip the switch to get fully-automatics on 'em |
| Headshot, wig shot, dome work |
| I just gave my young boy a ruler, you was homework |
| Met him on a cell block, two out of five phones work |
| Now he got a pill press, homie makes his own percs |
| See, my dawgs five deep strapped in that minivan |
| When you sell a lot of meth, you got a lot of skinny friends |
| Caught up, who’s talkin' on the internet? |
| He caught a lot of Timberlands |
| Oh, you still serving, dude? |
| If you stayin' on somethin', you put your life on it |
| You don’t ever get to think twice on it |
| Freedom on the line, roll the dice on it |
| Everything in life got a price on it |
| If you stayin' on somethin', you put your life on it |
| You don’t ever get to think twice on it |
| Freedom on the line, roll the dice on it |
| Everything in life got a price on it |