Correction Lyrics Puttin' Dat Shit On by Duwap Kaine

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Panic
All that designer shit, they like
They say I'm

Puttin' dat shit on (Yeah)
Puttin' dat shit on (Yeah)
Puttin' dat shit on (Go)
Puttin' dat shit on (Yeah)
Puttin' dat shit on (Yeah)
Puttin' dat shit on (Yeah)
Puttin' dat shit on (Yeah)

Puttin' dat shit on, what the fuck you got on?
I say, "Baby, hit my phone"
You broke, what is you on?
Free Ian, but his head got a Vlone (Tat)
Told my shooters come home
Pop me a pill like Post Malone
Nigga house hot, he can't even post home
Nigga's broke as fuck, he can't even post bail
You hang around hoes, you hoes stale
Shoot up his crib, hope it goes well
I look on the ground and I see shells
Look at my eyes, know you see hell
Got a bad bitch and she say that I'm hell
Free my brother, he raise hell
How the fuck you servin' with a clean scale?
Pussy thought I wasn't gon' tell
30 round on me, a lotta shells
Niggas talkin' on computer, yeah, a Dell
Nigga know that choppa sing like Adele
Niggas tryna hate, epic fail
We ride, 12 get behind they tail
I'm smokin' dope, I'm high as hell
This nigga trippin', man, pass the L
If I pull this Glock out, then you take a L
I'm so high, I'm so shell
Like the school, yeah, my name ringin' bells
This a freestyle, man, I know you could tell
And my diamonds wet like a wishing well
And you broke as fuck, had to jump in a wishing well
Last bitch told me, "Wish me well"
Push big weight, and I know I'm for real
I'm in these streets like Hell Rell

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