Lil Wayne – Put on for the Game (2008) | Track profile | Dork

Lil Wayne – Put on for the Game (2008) | Track profile | Dork

Lyrics

Put on for the Game

[Verse 1: Tyga]

I am living the game, hitting the fades, quick cash

Blink too fast you'll be gone, no quicksand

This man ain't givin a fuck for no middle man, middle class

Skipped class only class I knew, was S-Benz

Now pretend you never heard of me from a can of candy yams

And I was just a boy like killer cam

But now my print over yo bitch, T-shirt

Glass skirt, research his work, iPhone Blackberry chirp

But it gets worse, how would you feel

Fresh of work, seeing this light-skinned jerk

After I'm all working your girlfriend purse

Damn ma, didn't he fuck friend ha?

Yea why? I thought that goofy bitch was lying

Guess not, bet not they won't near us

Fear us, Y.M squadron

Young bloods

Nothing above eyebrows, G.E.D forever above

Studio, many yums, I ain't fucking with the club

While you getting bub, I'm getting pub

These songs I mean, these songs be mean

Got your label warring, Cause I'm making quality quantities

I got the holy spirit, but no father son

[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]

Now everybody know I'm shining in the coupe

No roof while I'm shitting on em

Rolling through the eastside, Hollandwood is hitting for

I'm all about my hustle, need my chips so I could stack it up

Gone on the pill got me rolling like a acura

Young money nigga, Yea I'm back like I left something

You niggas is jaw jacking, watch me sidestep son

Young nigga, got my money running like Barry

Bitches want my baby cause they heard about my salary

Make them dog hoes lay it down like balling g

Knock them bitches socks loose, pass em off to Mallie G

All brown maybach, you could say I'm yoohoo'n

All my niggas red flagging you could see we soo woo'n

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

Dedication 3

I feel like these mothafuckas better know we next

I will like but never love them H-O-E-S

I fill a white tall cup full of codeine mix

I still eat a couple rappers for my protein bitch

I'm on my so mean shit, you don't know me bitch

I do it for those who done it before me bitch

My goons is gone ride even with a slow leak bitch

And then we eat some chicken, you get no piece bitch

Stunna man said kill em all, so still and all

I'm a kill em all, murder them pussy hoes

I'm flyer then a butterfly doing the tootsie roll

Haha, I got chips like the cookie dough

And it takes a lot of paper to book a show

You wouldn't know cause you couldn't know

I'm who they're looking to and who they're looking for

And numbers don't lie, lieeeeee

And numbers don't lie, yeah

Yea better hope your math is right

We take your body for a sacrifice

You see that flashing light, welcome to afterlife

I put on for them bitches, on, on for them bitches

I put on for them bitches, on, on

I put on for them bitches, on, on

I put on Onnnnn

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