Lyrics Put her on – Desiigner & Tank God
Put her on lyrics
I put her on game, puuut her on game (Game)
We do our thing
Christian Dior and diamond the chains (Chains)
We in the range
Just swervin’ the cars, swervin’ the lanes
Give a fuck who ain’t
These niggas out here don’t wild in the paint
I puuut her on game, she like me
’cause she know I put her on (I put her on)
I put her on (I put her on), yeah
You not gettin’ that bread, then we can’t get a
Can’t get along
[Verse 1]
I puuut her on game, she love my game (She love my game)
Underneath these scars is so much pain (So much pain)
These niggas switch up, don’t remain the same (Remain the
same)
I can’t believe what they’d do for the fame (Do)
I swear fuck ’em, I’ma just do my thing
Niggas they don’t wanna go to practice, but they’ll play the
game (Play the game)
They wanna get me back in my feelings, they wanna gang bang
Ever since I started gettin’ that money, they started hatin’
(They started hatin’)
Baby girl, I could put you on, it drive me crazy (Crazy)
I just wanna get your work, girl, on the daily (On the daily)
But that other nigga who was callin’, you with me, baby
[Chorus]
I put her on game, puuut her on game (Game)
We do our thing (Thing)
Christian Dior and diamond the chains (Chains)
We in the range (Range)
Just swervin’ the cars, swervin’ the lanes
Give a fuck who ain’t
These niggas out here don’t wild in the paint
I put her on game, she like me ’cause she know I puuut her on
(I puuut her on)
I puuut her on
You not gettin’ that bread, then we can’t get a
Can’t get along, oh
[Verse 2]
Put her on
You know that I puuut her on (Puuut her on)
You know that I put her (I puuut her, I put her)
I puuut her, I puuut her, woah (I puuut her, woah)
As long as you hold me down everywhere we go (Everywhere we
go)
Lately I’ve been .., I don’t wanna speak on it no more
Crazy how the world could take you fast and then it could
take you slow (Slow)
Girl, I’ma put yo’ lil ass on game, you better not treat me
wrong (Wrong)
She want it, huh, right now, ready to go (Ready)
You want it, huh, huh, right now, right in the store
Choppa rounds, I shoot out for you, whatever you want
Designer now, I drip you out all new, whatever you want
Baby, you a boss, you know a boss do whatever she want
[Chorus]
I puuut her on game, puuut her on game (Game)
We do our thing (Thing)
Christian Dior and diamond the chains (Chains)
We in the range (Range)
Just swervin’ the cars, swervin’ the lanes
Give a fuck who ain’t
These niggas out here don’t wild in the paint (Oh, no)
I puuut her on game, she like me ’cause she know I puuut her on
(I puuut her on)
I put her on, yeah (Woo, woo, woo)
You not gettin’ that bread, then we can’t get a ..
Can’t get alonggg
