Yung Booke
Put It On Her
[Chorus:]
Imma fuck you like you from [?]
[?]
She said [?]
Now put that pussy on a real n***a
Come put that pussy on a real n***a
Come put it on me
Come put that pussy on a real n***a
Real n***a

[Verse 1:]
I know you want to, why you frontin?
If you can take it, why you running?
[?]
But 6 be all up in her stomach
Put it on, she ain't clean it
Shawty nice, head the meanest
When you throw it I receive it
Bite the pillo, no screaming
You wanna ride, then jump in my ride
[?]
[?]
[?]
I might believe you
I think I need you
She got me feening
[Chorus:]
Imma fuck you like you from [?]
[?]
She said [?]
Now put that pussy on a real n***a
Come put that pussy on a real n***a
Come put it on me
Come put that pussy on a real n***a
Real n***a

[Verse 2:]
Hey put that pussy on a real one
If you really with the shit, you'll let your friend come
TBH [?] did something
[?] mills from
Na I'm just playing with you [?]
[?] back of the truck
Changing position, we switching it up
She got a man, but [?]
I don't wanna die bout her
Broke your lil heart, you'll probably go home and cry about it
[?]
[?]
[?]
She be dead wrong
[?] can't even answer the phone
She gon put it on a real one
[Chorus:]
Imma fuck you like you from [?]
[?]
She said [?]
Now put that pussy on a real n***a
Come put that pussy on a real n***a
Come put it on me
Come put that pussy on a real n***a
Real n***a