3lw - Put Em Up lyrics

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3lw - Put Em Up lyrics

I saw this guy six foot three, talking on his cellie, looking at me I liked his vibe, the magnul eyes, (oh yea, mmm mmm) across the room, the way he moved Looking all hot in them Timbaland boots I liked the things, the things he do, (oh yea, mmm mmm) You know its time for dancing, Tonight if you want to take a chance And my single ladies need some attention I want to see the fellas make a move Throw it up, give it up don't stop [Chorus:] (put em up) If you got money in the bank and your own credit cards And a drop to sit in (let me see you put em up) If you got a clip on your cash when you go to the club and you get in for free Then (let me see you put em up, put 'em up for me) If you makin' money with cla** and you win a booket And you know how to treat em (let me see you put em up) Maybe we can go away ride in my Escalade Until that Saturday Sexy boy, come with me, daddy I got the things you need Where's your baby boo, caramel creme Then you need to take, take a piece of me Give me all your information, technology nor communication And I really like the way your thoughts shine (oh why, oh why) [Chorus:] Feel me (feel me), throw yo hands up(hands up) You got me (got me) its time to party Everybody feel me, you brought that good stuff Then lets just get it krunk till you can get Enough, get enough East coast rockin' it, west coast stay rockin', rockin' Thrity one dub shakin' all my fellas watchin', watchin' Its a dude 'cause I'm missin' ya, put ya damn hands up Like I'm friskin' ya, compliments to the chef 'cause ya lookin' scrumpcious Do you want it, bump it, wiggle in the middle who done thunk it? I hear a girl can mack the planet naughty by double eye thirty one dub Dammit, what I see, I need, I like Cons for life how why'all feelin' iight Put ya hands on her hip you Betta punch it right, that means if you ain't feel it Then you ain't touchin' right, its the game And the fame that makes the ladies want it I can pull up in a hooptee with with a donut on it I'm too street you, too sweet to fight Its never too mant to me to night, I stay thuggin Keep the ladies lovin', it a party Ain't a party if you ain't thirty one dubbin' it [Chorus:]

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