Lyrics

Yeah, we got them motherfuckin' towels, nigga Ain't even come here for all this, but She only 22, but I think I done met my match Head to toe Balenciaga, 22's up on the ac Shawty love a father figure And my figure's at the max Hope your daddy don't get Mad at me if I don't bring you back Girl, I need that in my crib Put that thing on me for real Hope you with that shit, like yeah Fuck the bed up off the rails Bet you think that you a player Wasn't tryna hone in on your skills Shawty, you better know the drills, yeah yeah I hope you ready 'cause I don't think you ready But she get what she wants, she get what she wants I ain't them lil niggas on your phone This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want I hope you ready 'cause I don't think you ready But you want what you want, you want what you want 'Til your back get tore out 'til the morn This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want Girl, you not ready Way you in here dancing, I can't lie, I'm lovin' it And man, that shit's so fat, I can see that shit from the back I only wrote one verse and I already got off track She baggin' that shit up while she backin' that shit back She'll be your Lois Lane in the morning And plays Wonder Woman at night Ooh, your body might be callin', but I see it in your eyes Girl in disguise, playin' with that vibe They say chemistry don't lie, lie Girl, you not ready (Ain't ready) 'Cause I don't think you ready (You're not ready) But she get what she wants, she get what she wants I ain't them lil niggas on your phone This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want I hope you ready (I'm ready) 'Cause I don't think you ready (You're not ready) But you want what you want, you want what you want 'Til your back get tore out 'til the morn This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want Girl, you not ready Done got caught up with a bad bitch If she sold her pussy, man, I swear I'd be a addict Way she shake her ass, I swear she should work in magic I'm jumpin' out the car, in my feelings, stoppin' traffic I told her later on, I'ma come through and kill it, casket Shawty put that shit on me and fucked me Through the mattress Pussy fat, pussy deep, pussy skeet, Gladys, all night And that pussy taste like vanilla wafers Girl, you not ready (Ain't ready) 'Cause I don't think you ready (You're not ready) But she get what she want, she get what she want I ain't them lil niggas on your phone This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want I hope you ready (I'm ready) 'Cause I don't think you ready (You're not ready) But you want what you want, you want what you want 'Til your back get tore out 'til the morn This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want Girl, you not ready
Writer(s): Carlos Mckinney, Terius Gesteelde-diamant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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