[Intro:]
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,
[Verse 1:]
When they see me off in traffic they say jeezy on some otha shit, send them pussy niggas runnin straight back to the dealership, me I'm in my spaceship that's right I work for NASA, this 7-H is not a fraud call dat bitch my bodyguard, call dat bitch your bodyguard (yeah dats my bodyguard) out of jewelery young don't 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 spot so now I'm workin out the super 8, know you niggas hungry come and get a super plate, ya'll sing happy birthday yeah I got this super cake, hundred carrot braclet I use it like some super bait,
[Chorus: x2]
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
Put on Eastside, Put on Southside, Put on Westside, Put on let's go.
[Verse 2:]
Head back, top back, ain't nothing but a young thug, H-K's A-K's I need to join a gun club big wheels big straps you know I like it super sized passengers a red bone her weave look like some curly fries inside fish sticks, outside tartar suace, pocket full of celery imagine what she's telling me, blowin on asparagus the realist shit I ever smoked riding to that trap or die the realist shit I ever wrote, they know I got that broccoli so I keep that glock on me don't get caught with out one comin from where I'm from, Call me Jeezy Hamliton Flying down campbellton
So fresh so clean on my way to Charlene
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: Kanye West using autotuner]
I put on, I put on, I put on
I put on for my city, I put on for my, I put on my city, I put for my city onwwwon
I Feel like it's still niggas that owe me checks I feel like it's still bitches that owe me sex
I feel like dis 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 shit I got the jesus on the chain man that don't mean shit cause when the jesus pieces can't bring me peace so I need just at leat one of russel's nieces on I let my nightmares go I put on everybody that I knew from the go I know hoes that was fronting when they knew we was broke they say damn yezy yezy you don't know us no more you got the big fame homie and you just changed on me you can ask big homie man the top so lonely III... so lonely III... let me see what we have tonight I'm high as a satelite I see them flashing lights cause everynight I put on.
[Chorus x2]
[Outro]
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Thanks to alexandra_feaa for these lyricsI 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,
[Verse 1:]
When they see me off in traffic they say jeezy on some otha shit, send them pussy niggas runnin straight back to the dealership, me I'm in my spaceship that's right I work for NASA, this 7-H is not a fraud call dat bitch my bodyguard, call dat bitch your bodyguard (yeah dats my bodyguard) out of jewelery young don't 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 spot so now I'm workin out the super 8, know you niggas hungry come and get a super plate, ya'll sing happy birthday yeah I got this super cake, hundred carrot braclet I use it like some super bait,
[Chorus: x2]
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
Put on Eastside, Put on Southside, Put on Westside, Put on let's go.
[Verse 2:]
Head back, top back, ain't nothing but a young thug, H-K's A-K's I need to join a gun club big wheels big straps you know I like it super sized passengers a red bone her weave look like some curly fries inside fish sticks, outside tartar suace, pocket full of celery imagine what she's telling me, blowin on asparagus the realist shit I ever smoked riding to that trap or die the realist shit I ever wrote, they know I got that broccoli so I keep that glock on me don't get caught with out one comin from where I'm from, Call me Jeezy Hamliton Flying down campbellton
So fresh so clean on my way to Charlene
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: Kanye West using autotuner]
I put on, I put on, I put on
I put on for my city, I put on for my, I put on my city, I put for my city onwwwon
I Feel like it's still niggas that owe me checks I feel like it's still bitches that owe me sex
I feel like dis 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 shit I got the jesus on the chain man that don't mean shit cause when the jesus pieces can't bring me peace so I need just at leat one of russel's nieces on I let my nightmares go I put on everybody that I knew from the go I know hoes that was fronting when they knew we was broke they say damn yezy yezy you don't know us no more you got the big fame homie and you just changed on me you can ask big homie man the top so lonely III... so lonely III... let me see what we have tonight I'm high as a satelite I see them flashing lights cause everynight I put on.
[Chorus x2]
[Outro]
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