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Cell Ready
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Cell Ready was released on June 3, 2016 by Atlantic Records / Columbia Records / EMPIRE as a part of the album TGOD Mafia: Rude Awakening
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Release DateJune 3, 2016
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM72

Credits

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Man, this volcano bag get you high as fuck
Yo TM
[Verse 2]
You know what I'm sayin' man, it's time, man, you know
Finna get the whole world high man
Let them feel these side effects
[Verse 3]
Fuck with my fam, this shit gon' get deadly
They gon' have to get my cell ready
Play with my paper, this shit gon' get deadly
They gon' have to get my cell ready
Short me on my dope, this shit gon' get deadly
They gon' have to get my cell ready
Fuck with one of my ****, this shit gon' get deadly
They gon' have to get my cell ready
[Verse 4]
What these **** on, hand me my chrome
Goin back to snatchin' **** out they Cadillac and send them home
Smoke em' like a bong
Then it's back to countin' money when I'm stoned
[Verse 5]
Or I send a hit through the phone
And my dudes will come get you and they'll never leave you alone
My **** official like refs with a whistle
I just make one call back to top off your dome
[Verse 6]
Off with your head, bitch, I'm a king
I got shooters with 2's protectin' my throne
One shot then you gone, you should've known
I'm a real ****, I cannot be cloned
[Verse 7]
I'm filthy rich still don't let a penny go
I be up all night like I'm Arsenio
Freaky bitches take the dick in any hole
Now they famous cause they in my video
[Verse 8]
Who you foolin'? I don't buy
I don't judge, I just go off vibes
When I touch the sky then hop in this ride
Taylor Gang ****, we don't die
[Verse 9]
This world is mine, I delete you guys
We all tryna eat, we don't need your kind
And get that cash but family first
Be prepared to grind **** put in work
[Verse 10]
Fuck ****, what would you do for this ice
You think its really worth losin' your life?
How bad you want stripes, my young **** killers
If I give the word then they smashin' you ****
[Verse 11]
Bunch of youngin's comin' from a broken home
Slangin' rock n roll but ain't no rollin' stone
Streets welcome **** in with open arms
If I catch the charge I'm a post a bond
[Verse 12]
You god damn right I'm a certified
Boss I can cut the check or I can cut your throat
Put you on the table tag on your toe smokin' weed till I overdose
You don't want beef, you ain't thinkin' clear
I'm too busy tryna make a fuckin' village
Dripping more cheese then a chicken Philly
Pittsburgh **** really bout they business
[Verse 13]
I got **** with me don't got any feelin's
They just really wit it, they just into killin'
Hard as hell on the internet but **** in the streets you like
Richard Simmons
My money long and my passport got more stamps then a **** mail
It ain't a problem if I catch a body
Then I'm headin' over seas I'll never see a sail ****
Written by: Bryan Simmons, Cameron Thomaz, Jordan Houston, Kevin Gomringer, Tauren O Lander Strickland, Tim Gomringer
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