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PUT IT ONG letra


Put that shit on God
Put that shit on God
Would you put it on God?
Would stay till tomorrow?
Put that shit on God

Hold up bitch
Hold up bitch
Walkin' round the city, I keep me a blick
Walkin' 'round city, I step on the beat I'm leaving a shit
Look at us wrong and we empty the clip
All my dawg my twizzy my squizzy might kill ya
Walked round this bitch and I notice this started looking familiar
Hold up, boot up lil bitch in the sky yea they call me a amelia
Swerving a three-hundred thousand-dollar car I never could feel ya
(Never could feel ya)
How much money could I make in a week, a million
How much money could I make in my sleep, a billion
If you think that you gone get my money you gone come meet the gremlins
I'm finna make all these percs legal bitch yes the 30th amendment
(Yea the 30th amendment)
Ride round this bitch yea my money so tall ya my money so tall yea my money so mammoth
All of this shit that I'm doing you never could know, you wouldn't understand it
Every song that I be making that motherfucker hard, its harder than granite
All its gone take is a bullet you die, don't take it for granted
Leave off the motherfucking earth, leave off the earth, ya I'm leaving the planet
Swerving and dabbing the whip I ran over the curb ya I'm grounding
No you can't get over there, can't get over here, pullup and getting abandoned
I went and got me 10 M's in a month bitch I just made this shit happen

Hold up bitch
Hold up bitch
Walkin round the city I keep me a blick
Walkin round city I step on the beat I'm leaving a shit
Look at us wrong and we empty the clip
All my dawg my twizzy my squizzy might kill ya
Walked round this bitch and I notice this started looking familiar
Hold up, boot up lil bitch in the sky yea they call me a amelia
Swerving a $300, 000 dollar car I never could feel ya
(Never could feel ya)

(How much money could I make in a week, a million
How much money could I make in my sleep, a billion
If you think that you gone get my money you gone come meet the gremlins
I'm finna make all these percs legal bitch yes the 30th amendment)
(Yea the 30th amendment)

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