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lirik lagu put me on! – simdope55

put me on! prod. s.i.mdope]

intro:
yeah
look
s.i.m.d
d
yeah
let’s get it
yeah
big boys on the run in the game
just bars, no sentence
yeah
no ceilings attached
o’10 ain’t got no limits
yeah
o’10 on ten let’s get it
yeah
get em

chorus:
i’ve been working for the money, the paper, and ain’t n0body put me on
i remember when i didn’t have nothing and all these n*ggahs did me wrong
i should run for src
i need all them all eyes on
hype a crowd until they scream
motherf*cker put me on
i’ve been working for the money, the paper, and ain’t n0body put me on
i remember when i didn’t have nothing and all these n*ggahs did me wrong
i should run for src
i need all them all eyes on
hype a crowd until they scream
motherf*cker put me on
s.i.mdope:
back to back, i jump on that, dismember rappers, leave em dead, and pack the beat
and still on that, they hear my tracks, and still refuse to let me grace the f*cking screens
they’re delirious
my pen game’s so flame that i’m grilling em
check my flows, my verse, my syllables
[perfect]’s all you hear, matter*of*fact
it’s flawless, mortal kombat
i’m barely in my city, cause a n*ggah’s moving indie, tell my mum that i’m busy, but the love’s the same
tryna make a mili, like a groupie let me hit it backstage, it’s a quickly, (what is he saying?)
it’s quick
i ain’t got bands like the rubber slipped
but i got plans like hiest with risks
my new name is graphene d*ck
cause it don’t get as hard as this
i ain’t the best, n*ggah what are you saying
i got bars like the nape of a hitman agent
fronting on me that’s a different face lift
like i went overseas, yo i need my f*cking paper
but i need a deal before i get it
that’s a fact that we know already
i’m just stuck on my own thoughts
comtemplate my life away, my time astray, the high in charge
hide the blade, we pull up late, if he don’t pay, we give him scars
drive away in tinted cars
this is turning my heart hard
it takes a lot to impress me dwag
f*ck your ping i need p*rno stars
kirby j:
fatality
murder these beats, it’s a tragedy
we keep getting hungry
but not any younger
my money*love keep growing drastically
if they put me on i’ll take all of the dough
as soon as i touch it i’ll need some more
you working till 5
while you aiming so low
ainsworth
the 5th attachment
money the one thing i’ll never let go
yes i am dope
correction
my n*ggah sim do the most
i mention
3d, i’m in the 5th dimension
let me tell you i can show no affection
women are really big on deception
let alone they only want your possessions
wouldn’t say all of them
cause i got mamacita in repairable
they can’t be put me on cause i say what’s on my mind
yeah yeah
for that reason
yeah yeah
they can’t put me on
yeah yeah
i’m finna expose them all
chorus:
i’ve been working for the money, the paper, and ain’t n0body put me on
i remember when i didn’t have nothing and all these n*ggahs did me wrong
i should run for src
i need all them all eyes on
hype a crowd until they scream
motherf*cker put me on
i’ve been working for the money, the paper, and ain’t n0body put me on

s.i.mdope
yeah
switch the chorus off
thank you a million
this is the start of a brand new millennium
smoke in the air so you ain’t seen nothing yet
bleed on the mic and my veins in the pen
my heart’s giving out like a seisher again
so it’s awkward again
when my girl in the set
and i’m penning a track
with my heart doing laps
godd*mn it’s a mess
but the d too sweet, she gone ride till death
real love things, no time for pretend
now i’m done moving solo
cause my team got my back
no need for the strap
f*ck that
o’1o running circles
’round the game it’s a fact
keep my circle intact
oh my
oh d*mn
ok i finally understand
feels like i’m a veteran
i’ve seen these n*ggahs come and go
all those n*ggahs couldn’t last
this ain’t idols
this is rap
my wooden mic’s a f*cking bat
uj n*ggah chasing gold
same old story, different res
heh
how’s that for a verse at my lows?
how’s that?
i’m holding back cause of fame and the hoes
oh yeah
just see how i rap when i blow
no h0m* dwag, i ain’t down for the bros
thought i should. clarify, you know?
bad bad with a tat, my type of course
dispatch, dispatch do you feel that?
he ain’t a threat that i’m down to ignore
my lyrical stature
has gotta be captured
by these nine consecutive words
nothing more
i do not flex about watches and girls
i just admire the life that i choose
put it on paper, i’m mining my soul
dig up my past till i’m rolling in gold
money aside, i got visions and goals
so n0body’s starving when they’re with the g.o.a.t

- simdope55

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