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Put Em Up

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 class 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 SaturdaySexy 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 enoughEast 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:]

Songwriters

Riddick, Makeba Ronnie / Daniels, John / Criss, Anthony Shawn / Richardson, CurtisPublished by

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