Put On (Made Famous by Young Jeezy feat. Kanye West) 2010 DJ Hip Hop Masters; Kanye West
TracksPut On (Made Famous by Young Jeezy feat. Kanye West)

Artist: DJ Hip Hop Masters; Kanye West

Album: Hip Hop 2011

Release time: 01-11-2010

Put On(Made Famous by Young Jeezy) - DJ Hip Hop Masters/Kanye West (坎耶·韦斯特)

(As Made Famous By Young Jeezy & Kanye West)

 

I put on

 

I put on

 

I put on

 

I put on for my city' on on for my city

I put on for my city' on on for my city

I put on for my city' on on for my city

I put on for my city' on on for my city

When they see me off in traffic

They say Jeezy on some other sh*t

Send them p**sy niggas runnin'

Straight back to the dealership

Me I'm in my spaceship

That's right I work for NASA

The 7 H is not a fraud

Call that b**ch my bodyguard

Call that b**ch his bodyguard

Yeah that's my bodyguard

When we're out of jewelry

Young gon' do security

What's whiter than a napkin

Harder than a dinner plate

If you want it come and get it

You know I stay super straight

Ran up in my spots and now

I'm workin' at the Super 8

Know you niggas hungry

Come and get a super plate

Y'all sing happy birthday

Yeah I got that super cake

Hundred karat bracelet

I use it like some super bait

I put on for my city on on for my city

I put on for my city on on for my city

Put on (east side)

Put on (south side)

Put on (west side)

Put on (lets go)

I put on for my city on on for my city

I put on for my city on on for my city

Put on (east side)

Put on (south side)

Put on (west side)

Put on (lets go)

Half bag top back

Ain't nothin but a young thug

H Ks 8 K's I need to join a gun club

Big wheels big straps

You know I like it super sized

Passenger's a redbone

Her weave look like some curly fries

Inside fish sticks outside tartar sauce

Pocket full of celery imagine what she tellin me

Blowin on asparagus the realest sh*t I ever smoked

Ridin to that Trap or Die the realest sh*t I ever wrote

They know I got that broccoli

So I keep that glock with me

Don't get caught without one

Comin from where I'm from

Call me Jeezy Hamilton

Flyin down Campbellton

So fresh so clean on my way to Charlene's

I put on for my city on on for my city

I put on for my city on on for my city

Put on (east side)

Put on (south side)

Put on (west side)

Put on (lets go)

I put on for my city on on for my city

I put on for my city on on for my city

Put on (east side)

Put on (south side)

Put on (west side)

Put on (lets go)

 

I put on

 

I put on

 

I put on

 

I put on for my city I put on for my

I put on for my city I put on for my city

On

 

I feel like there's still niggas that owe me checks

I feel like there's still b**ches that owe me sex

I feel like this but niggas don't know these stress

I lost the only girl in the world that know me best

I got the money and the fame and that don't mean sh*t

I got the Jesus on a chain man that don't mean sh*t

Cause when the Jesus pieces can't bring me peace

Sure I need just at least one of Russell's nieces

 

On I let my nightmares go

I put on everybody that I knew from the go

I know hoes that was frontin

When they knew he was broke

They say damn Yeezy Yeezy

You don't know us no more

You got that big fame homie

And you just changed homie

You can ask big homie

Man the top sure lonely

I ain't lyin so lonely

I ain't lyin

 

Let me see what we have tonight (what we have tonight)

I'm high as a satellite satellite

I see those flashin lights

 

'Cause every night every night

I put on

I put on for my city on on for my city

I put on for my city on on for my city

Put on (east side)

Put on (south side)

Put on (west side)

Put on (lets go)

I put on for my city on on for my city

I put on for my city on on for my city

Put on (east side)

Put on (south side)

Put on (west side)

Put on (lets go)

Lyrics by 卟 断 努 力

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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