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J-Dawg - "Putcha Cream On It!"
Lyrics to Putcha Cream On It! : (feat. Storm) [Don B.] Yeah, whats happenin' This yo boy Don B. with the Big Boy Storm whats happenin' Tell em how you feel' [First Verse] Off top I be the pimpstress madam, the main Missus Loved by niggas and hated by all bitches The dirt doer, Im actin bad for my riches Cross me wrong, I leave ya floatin with the fishes Peep the scandolous, a grown man couldnt handle this Niggas wanna try but they be left wrapped in bandages Evangilistic killers, drug users to drug dealers All wanna get a feel-uh I like the top billers, frontin Cs cuz cash rules plenty On point like Jean, got em Jonesin like Freddy Holly Grove is in me and I gots to bring the ruckus Uptown is representin fuck all you cocksuckers Hoes, they wanna be me Niggas cant wait to see me I step in the joint, and make the whole set steamy I like them thugged down niggas and you know me Now watch me represent and get down dirty [Chorus:] Niggas represent, I got a team on it Niggas putcha cream on it Niggas be down to scheme on it How do you want it' Scandolous design Give me time, cuz pimps be hard to find [x2] [Second Verse] Big Storm the infamous, them hoes better beware Gimme a boatload of niggas and Ill handle that there Cuz I swear, I aint no joke comin off of the dome You see Im only nineteen, but yet Im quite grown Make ya leave your own home, have your kids callin me Mommy While your ol man find the time to wine me and dine me You fallin behind, steady askin me why Cuz Im a pimp and pimps be hard to find That hoe shouldve known I wasnt jivin See Im connivin A top notch pro, with perfect timin, I aint lyin Full of deceit, givin em grief But to niggas, Storm spells relief To hoes it spells beef Still I stand, the one they all envy Silly hoes I hate, but to niggas Im quite friendly Killin em gently, I be bout that dough Picture this comin straight from the N.O. hoe [Third Verse] Who keeps your shit the hardest' Its me, the goddess Receivin all the stares, lyrically debunaire I dare for you to bring it, your peeps are slow singin Make it a lesson taught, revealin you shouldnt have fought Against the woman with the cold heart It aint my fault thatcha cant finish whatcha start And I could put to halt the shit you put together In seconds and do it better Never say never, Storm reigns supreme forever I gotcha niggas open, outspoken and never jokin You want a toke it' My shit so fire, leave this joint smokin I got the goods to keep it tight no doubt Its me ya dreamin about Fake niggas gotta re-reroute I got clout, and Ima keep it My game run in secret Be strategic, niggas weak and theyll believe it Peep it, I keep em sprung before they know what is done Stick em, you too could be my very next victim [Chorus x2] [ Putcha Cream On It! Lyrics ]
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