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Yeah, I'm ready I'm ready, aye Yeah Aye Please don't make me, aye Please don't make me shoot this bitch up I bought bottles to the club I'm finna juice this bitch up Oh yeah, I'm ready, aye Double cup empty juice got me stuck I came to party, I came to flex Nigga I don't give no fucks That's why I'm ready (bitch) Calling bout some money, don't be petty, I got plenty Semi automatic don't you tempt me, it get deadly Hustling on the block breaking just like I'm Eddie, aye Got a bad bitch and she rolling look like Kelly (oh she rolling) Oh, ah, yeah, flex LA fitness bitch I'm sweaty Told her I love money but that pussy got me tempted I'm down to ride, my niggas they all by my side (side) She told me she get off at five, I beat it and boot it by nine, yeah My bitch pop like anime Your bitch look like Tina Fey I break hearts like 808's Getting paid, every day Fuck that shit I don't need a break She so sweet like lemonade Ass so fat that's lemon cake What can I say That's why I always stay ready I'm ready We ready We ready I'm ready I'm ready We ready We ready Aye, okay I'm ready (yeah) Two cups of that henny (two) Diamonds and baguettes (yeah) Chain look like spaghetti (spaghetti) I hope God forgive me Look at my wrist it's way too tempting (look at my wrist) My life can get messy Devil been out here trying to get me Okay, okay, okay Clique too lit (clique) Clique too lit like bic (clique too lit like, yeah) Flood my wrist (yeah) I just flood my wrist Okay, okay Shoot don't miss (shoot) I shoot and I don't miss No way, no way Shit too lit Let me tell you little niggas was it is Because I'm ready I'm ready We ready We ready We ready
Writer(s): Brenton Freeman, Bertram Freeman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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