Put It on Her

I know she want
What she can't get
I put it on her
And now she giving me everything
That she own
I know she want
What she can't get
And now she giving me everything
That she own
I know she want

What she can't get
And now she giving me everything
That she own
I know she want
What she can't get
And now she giving me everything
That she own

I be up all night
Just like my brother big Flacco
Got money like we hit the Lotto
I can do this shit here with a blindfold
And Kizzle fuck with is fine hoes
And all of my bitches is models
They gon follow me where ever I go
She gon ride dat dick
I just might fuck on dat bitch
With my eyes closed
Honey Comb Clear
Man that shit right there
Be havin my eyes low
If you a bad bitch
Bend dat ass over
And drop it down real slow
I don't why you got them heels on
Your pussy wet and I'm strong
Fuck all night long
Different bitch, Same song
And she ain't got no clothes on
And I just put a robe on
Expensive shit it probably came from Loui
Shopping at Prada
I can't fuck with Gucci
Twenty Five Hundred for two pair of shoes
A rack for these jeans

Ain't rocking no True's
Can't Fuck With The Buddha Man
I Come From Afdallastan
So your bitch work at hooters huh
Cause she got no booty
Now make bitches elevate
Then move to another state
Got hoes in Atlanta
But I stay in Texas Bae
Was in New York Yesterday (Yeah)

I know she want
What she can't get
I put it on her
And now she giving me everything
That she own
I know she want
What she can't get
And now she giving me everything
That she own
I know she want
What she can't get
And now she giving me everything
That she own
I know she want
What she can't get
And now she giving me everything
That she own



Credits
Writer(s): Taqee Hassan
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