She Be Puttin' On Lyrics

She got a car, a job, A swag, she stuntin'
She the type that never ever as for nothing
She got a car, a job, A swag, she stuntin'
She the type that never ever ask for nothing
She got a car, a job, A swag, she stuntin'
She pay her own bills cause she got her own money
She got a car, a job, A swag, she stuntin'
She pay her own bills cause she got her own money
She got a car, a job, A swag, she stuntin'
She the type that never ever ask for nothing
(My lil' chick be puttin' on) She be puttin' on

My girl independent, bitches all in her business
pink on the back of her boy-shorts
Bought everything she own, love it when she smile and moan
Own car/house she grown, ask her in the hood she known
One of a kind she can't be cloned
No Hands for her ring tone, Hard in the Paint her theme song
That's my gutter chick, man I love that bitch
Icey look and moan, when she taking dick
and don't mind McDonalds, she ain't no bougie bitch
When I wake up, breakfast on the table, one rolled up, sprayed upon the table
Baby pull up, drinking out of a cup, pass the syrup, I finna fuck this food up.

She got a car, a job, a swag, she stuntin'
She the type that never ever ask for nothing
She got a car, a job, a swag, she stuntin'
She the type that never ever ask for nothing
She got a car, a job, a swag, she stuntin'
She pay her own bills cause she got her own money

She got a car, a job, a swag, she stuntin'
She pay her own bills cause she got her own money
She got a car, a job, a swag, she stuntin'
She the type that never ever as for nothing
She be puttin' on

Stunin' she going in, these hoes can't tell her nothing
She came home in a trench coat and under it was nothing
I'm so curious, it's serious, my car so fast and furiousGucci Mane - She Be Puttin' On - http://motolyrics.com/gucci-mane/she-be-puttin-on-lyrics.html
But she'll drive a man delirious
I hope all y'all hearing this
She's got swag of a top model
Curves like a coke bottle
She know I go full throttle, I'm walking with a slight wobble
Got choppers like big poppa, I'm big Gucci you a cockblocker
These true religions jeans, I can't knock 'em
My camera chain, is an eye popper
I'm a stunt in V.O, on half a pill (?)
I scream Gucci Mane, can I live?
Chicks here know I got a record deal
Do you know what 60 seconds is?
I'm a movie I'm being me. Just cooling, I'm a DVD
With my BVD's, I'm so I-C-E
Y to the G-U-C-C-I

She got a car, a job, a swag,she stuntin'
She the type that never ever as for nothing
She got a car, a job, a swag, she stuntin'
She the type that never ever ask for nothing

I bust her, I lick her, I hit her and pass her
She putting on cashing cheque, skinny chick, anorex.
Slip the pip and the tit(?), nookie fat and it wet
Pussy, ass and mouth. BAM
Worth a million out(?). WAM
We be showing out. DAMN
Jello don't shake like that DAMN
V-Neck on my cardigan, pulled up in her car again,
Tank on E blowing gas, know my shit gone start again
Hoe like oh my god again, click twitpic they following
Bet this bitch be swallowing, Brick Squad bitch we partying

She got a car, a job, a swag, she stuntin'
She pay her own bills cause she got her own money
She got a car, a job, a swag, she stuntin'
She pay her own bills cause she got her own money
She got a car, a job, a swag, she stuntin'
She the type that never ever ask for nothing
She be puttin' on.