Put That On Something (feat. Roscoe) - Neoh

I hope you find in me Something that turns you on A tie that binds with me And holds us together from now on Oh! I want to be what you need. Ow baby yeah! When it gets down to love I want to be what you want me to be When it gets down to love Really want to be what you need Wanna be the one that turns you on Really want to be what you need Wanna be the one that turns you on I hope you find in me Something that's peaceful and warm Something that keeps us together 'Til one of us is dead and gone Oh! I want to be what you need Ow baby yeah! When it gets down to love I want to be what you want me to be When it gets down to love Really want to be what you need Wanna be the one that turns you on Really want to be what you need Wanna be the one that turns you on I hope you find in me Something that burns on and on Something that keeps us together Keeps our love still holding on I want to be what you need When it gets down to love I want to be what you want me to be When it gets down to love Really want to be what you need Wanna be the one that turns you on Really want to be what you need Wanna be the one that turns you on

Put that on my set, uh, uh Put that on my set I recollect, uh, uh Time to count some checks They go collect, uh They owe some debt Nothin' over, nothing less And hoes on deck, and plus I flex I put that on my set Understand, I'm a man tryna make it in a world of death She just wanna fuck and I just met her at the club And now we left I just wanna fuckin' love her, rough her She was lovin' nothin' less I just love how we're bustin' Nuttin' all up on her fucking chest God, I love that dress God, I love the way she dress, she fresh God, I love her breasts God, I love her thighs and eyes and uh Swear to God I'm outta breath Swear to God if I get out of line, she checkin' Only time we naked Only time she complainin' and demand for private jets Twist my fingers, put that on my set Fuck the other side, no disrespect, uh Talking crazy, niggas coming at my neck Man, that's word to Skepta, I'ma put that on my set Show respect, I'ma aim for the neck I'ma make some ghosts, when it comes to the raps Man, I must be possessed When you see me up close, when you look into my eyes When you see how I flex Just me and my dogs, and another handful of cats I ain't tryna fuck with the rest Man, I'm ready to die, my soul's in the sky See the pain in my eyes I don't wanna cry, put my life on the line For my blood all the time I see all the signs, but it's like they blind Tryna kill me for mine Now this all behind, the police tryna find DNA on the nine Man, open the door, real niggas on tour Man, I'm ready for war Ten toes on the floor, fuck with me on the 3rd It will be Halloween on the 4th Yeah, all the way from the East to the North Rocky billing up that Backwood Spilling mad weed on the floor Icy Need that on my set, ayy, ayy Put that on my set I said, I flex, ayy, ayy What's that on my neck? Ayy, ayy, put that on my set I said, I flex, ayy, ayy What's that on my neck? They called baguettes, these bitches sweat These niggas know, they all in check And hoes on deck And plus I flex, I put that on my set