Put You On Lyrics
| Song | Put You On |
| Artist | JR Writer |
| Album | History in the Making |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Brito, Brito, Novelli | |
| (feat. Fred Money) | |
| Okay (DipSet) | |
| Writer... JR Writer that is | |
| But you niggaz already know that man | |
| History in the making | |
| There's a lot of things you niggaz don't know about me, man | |
| Let me put you on though, man | |
| Well, I was making sales | |
| At the age of twelve | |
| Pack margarine, black laundry, case of shells | |
| Never Dave Chappelle | |
| Half baking, half faking, I was cash-chasing | |
| Let me put you on | |
| Before a hooker's song I wrote | |
| Or would perform | |
| I was pushing strong, you niggaz cooked it wrong | |
| Ain't have 'em hooked for long | |
| I hit the hood wit' form | |
| Before Killa ever said "Let me put you on" | |
| Flipping, listen baby I was never dumb | |
| Sitting in the lobby like I'm waiting for some mail to come | |
| Come see me, believe me I got it | |
| Girl I'm with some chicken-head but my B is exotic | |
| Cause I'm seen in the projects with the top low | |
| Glocked though, that'll leave more holes in your body than a Quatro | |
| That's a Maserati pappo, stop slow | |
| You don't really know me that well, let me put you on | |
| I'm known in a couple places but I'm new to the rest (so what?) | |
| This is for those couple places that ain't schooled to this vet | |
| Listen closer, I'm the greatest get in tuned with the best | |
| JR Writer, the dude in the flesh, let me put you on | |
| How I used to, go to school in class stuntin' | |
| Back bubblin' like come and get a pack buzzin' | |
| Ask cousin, brick up in the class oven | |
| Had every other student up in cooking class buggin' | |
| Box cutter, keep thinkin' I ain't stash nothing | |
| While you was cuttin' class nigga, I was class cuttin' | |
| In the schoolyard like let me catch a cat frontin' | |
| I'm a slap something, let me put you on | |
| I hit so much teachers with the lean | |
| The principle, had to call a meeting with the dean | |
| But that's just cause they wanted a piece of what I seen | |
| Similar to gymnastics how I keep it on the beam | |
| Had everybody in they classes getting high | |
| Since elementary it's been a fact that I am fly | |
| I tell the customers put the cash up in the sky | |
| And treat 'em like a bad comedian | |
| Slap 'em with a pie | |
| Ha, all day in the lobby with piff | |
| Still, sitting around like I gotta be rich | |
| So me and ?? gotta pull some robberyshit | |
| And drag frontin' niggaz outta they whips | |
| Let me put you on | |
| I'm known in a couple places but I'm new to the rest | |
| This is for those couple places that ain't schooled to me yet | |
| You need practice, plus you average, get in tuned with this threat | |
| Fred Money, excuse me I'm next, let me put you on | |
| I'm up next, yes the name is Fred Money (I'm up) | |
| I'm waiting my spot now watch how I shot dummies | |
| Blame Writer cause the swagger brushed off something | |
| The closet a jungle, gators and some wet monkeys | |
| Look ya haters love me, bitches get no paper from me | |
| Pull up my sleeve at midnight and it turning sunny | |
| Before Writer was spitting, it was robbin' or sellin' | |
| With him from a ski maskers to a Diplomat skully | |
| I ain't frontin', I'm tellin' straight facts | |
| Decided to quit school cause I had to wear slacks | |
| Nothing to do with clippers when I push them wigs back | |
| Was handed the same shit: either rap or push packs | |
| Thought about it, I ain't hustlin' for scraps | |
| Driving to the top, that's only bringin' me flats | |
| Got a pen, wrote a rhyme, J says its crack | |
| A few mixtapes later, he like "Fred, let me put you on" | |
| I'm known in a couple places but I'm new to the rest (so what?) | |
| This is for those couple places that ain't schooled to the vet | |
| Listen closer, I'm the greatest get in tuned with the best | |
| JR Writer, the dude in the flesh, let me put you on |
| zuo qu : Brito, Brito, Novelli | |
| feat. Fred Money | |
| Okay DipSet | |
| Writer... JR Writer that is | |
| But you niggaz already know that man | |
| History in the making | |
| There' s a lot of things you niggaz don' t know about me, man | |
| Let me put you on though, man | |
| Well, I was making sales | |
| At the age of twelve | |
| Pack margarine, black laundry, case of shells | |
| Never Dave Chappelle | |
| Half baking, half faking, I was cashchasing | |
| Let me put you on | |
| Before a hooker' s song I wrote | |
| Or would perform | |
| I was pushing strong, you niggaz cooked it wrong | |
| Ain' t have ' em hooked for long | |
| I hit the hood wit' form | |
| Before Killa ever said " Let me put you on" | |
| Flipping, listen baby I was never dumb | |
| Sitting in the lobby like I' m waiting for some mail to come | |
| Come see me, believe me I got it | |
| Girl I' m with some chickenhead but my B is exotic | |
| Cause I' m seen in the projects with the top low | |
| Glocked though, that' ll leave more holes in your body than a Quatro | |
| That' s a Maserati pappo, stop slow | |
| You don' t really know me that well, let me put you on | |
| I' m known in a couple places but I' m new to the rest so what? | |
| This is for those couple places that ain' t schooled to this vet | |
| Listen closer, I' m the greatest get in tuned with the best | |
| JR Writer, the dude in the flesh, let me put you on | |
| How I used to, go to school in class stuntin' | |
| Back bubblin' like come and get a pack buzzin' | |
| Ask cousin, brick up in the class oven | |
| Had every other student up in cooking class buggin' | |
| Box cutter, keep thinkin' I ain' t stash nothing | |
| While you was cuttin' class nigga, I was class cuttin' | |
| In the schoolyard like let me catch a cat frontin' | |
| I' m a slap something, let me put you on | |
| I hit so much teachers with the lean | |
| The principle, had to call a meeting with the dean | |
| But that' s just cause they wanted a piece of what I seen | |
| Similar to gymnastics how I keep it on the beam | |
| Had everybody in they classes getting high | |
| Since elementary it' s been a fact that I am fly | |
| I tell the customers put the cash up in the sky | |
| And treat ' em like a bad comedian | |
| Slap ' em with a pie | |
| Ha, all day in the lobby with piff | |
| Still, sitting around like I gotta be rich | |
| So me and nbsp?? gotta pull some robberyshit | |
| And drag frontin' niggaz outta they whips | |
| Let me put you on | |
| I' m known in a couple places but I' m new to the rest | |
| This is for those couple places that ain' t schooled to me yet | |
| You need practice, plus you average, get in tuned with this threat | |
| Fred Money, excuse me I' m next, let me put you on | |
| I' m up next, yes the name is Fred Money I' m up | |
| I' m waiting my spot now watch how I shot dummies | |
| Blame Writer cause the swagger brushed off something | |
| The closet a jungle, gators and some wet monkeys | |
| Look ya haters love me, bitches get no paper from me | |
| Pull up my sleeve at midnight and it turning sunny | |
| Before Writer was spitting, it was robbin' or sellin' | |
| With him from a ski maskers to a Diplomat skully | |
| I ain' t frontin', I' m tellin' straight facts | |
| Decided to quit school cause I had to wear slacks | |
| Nothing to do with clippers when I push them wigs back | |
| Was handed the same shit: either rap or push packs | |
| Thought about it, I ain' t hustlin' for scraps | |
| Driving to the top, that' s only bringin' me flats | |
| Got a pen, wrote a rhyme, J says its crack | |
| A few mixtapes later, he like " Fred, let me put you on" | |
| I' m known in a couple places but I' m new to the rest so what? | |
| This is for those couple places that ain' t schooled to the vet | |
| Listen closer, I' m the greatest get in tuned with the best | |
| JR Writer, the dude in the flesh, let me put you on |
| zuò qǔ : Brito, Brito, Novelli | |
| feat. Fred Money | |
| Okay DipSet | |
| Writer... JR Writer that is | |
| But you niggaz already know that man | |
| History in the making | |
| There' s a lot of things you niggaz don' t know about me, man | |
| Let me put you on though, man | |
| Well, I was making sales | |
| At the age of twelve | |
| Pack margarine, black laundry, case of shells | |
| Never Dave Chappelle | |
| Half baking, half faking, I was cashchasing | |
| Let me put you on | |
| Before a hooker' s song I wrote | |
| Or would perform | |
| I was pushing strong, you niggaz cooked it wrong | |
| Ain' t have ' em hooked for long | |
| I hit the hood wit' form | |
| Before Killa ever said " Let me put you on" | |
| Flipping, listen baby I was never dumb | |
| Sitting in the lobby like I' m waiting for some mail to come | |
| Come see me, believe me I got it | |
| Girl I' m with some chickenhead but my B is exotic | |
| Cause I' m seen in the projects with the top low | |
| Glocked though, that' ll leave more holes in your body than a Quatro | |
| That' s a Maserati pappo, stop slow | |
| You don' t really know me that well, let me put you on | |
| I' m known in a couple places but I' m new to the rest so what? | |
| This is for those couple places that ain' t schooled to this vet | |
| Listen closer, I' m the greatest get in tuned with the best | |
| JR Writer, the dude in the flesh, let me put you on | |
| How I used to, go to school in class stuntin' | |
| Back bubblin' like come and get a pack buzzin' | |
| Ask cousin, brick up in the class oven | |
| Had every other student up in cooking class buggin' | |
| Box cutter, keep thinkin' I ain' t stash nothing | |
| While you was cuttin' class nigga, I was class cuttin' | |
| In the schoolyard like let me catch a cat frontin' | |
| I' m a slap something, let me put you on | |
| I hit so much teachers with the lean | |
| The principle, had to call a meeting with the dean | |
| But that' s just cause they wanted a piece of what I seen | |
| Similar to gymnastics how I keep it on the beam | |
| Had everybody in they classes getting high | |
| Since elementary it' s been a fact that I am fly | |
| I tell the customers put the cash up in the sky | |
| And treat ' em like a bad comedian | |
| Slap ' em with a pie | |
| Ha, all day in the lobby with piff | |
| Still, sitting around like I gotta be rich | |
| So me and nbsp?? gotta pull some robberyshit | |
| And drag frontin' niggaz outta they whips | |
| Let me put you on | |
| I' m known in a couple places but I' m new to the rest | |
| This is for those couple places that ain' t schooled to me yet | |
| You need practice, plus you average, get in tuned with this threat | |
| Fred Money, excuse me I' m next, let me put you on | |
| I' m up next, yes the name is Fred Money I' m up | |
| I' m waiting my spot now watch how I shot dummies | |
| Blame Writer cause the swagger brushed off something | |
| The closet a jungle, gators and some wet monkeys | |
| Look ya haters love me, bitches get no paper from me | |
| Pull up my sleeve at midnight and it turning sunny | |
| Before Writer was spitting, it was robbin' or sellin' | |
| With him from a ski maskers to a Diplomat skully | |
| I ain' t frontin', I' m tellin' straight facts | |
| Decided to quit school cause I had to wear slacks | |
| Nothing to do with clippers when I push them wigs back | |
| Was handed the same shit: either rap or push packs | |
| Thought about it, I ain' t hustlin' for scraps | |
| Driving to the top, that' s only bringin' me flats | |
| Got a pen, wrote a rhyme, J says its crack | |
| A few mixtapes later, he like " Fred, let me put you on" | |
| I' m known in a couple places but I' m new to the rest so what? | |
| This is for those couple places that ain' t schooled to the vet | |
| Listen closer, I' m the greatest get in tuned with the best | |
| JR Writer, the dude in the flesh, let me put you on |
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