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Ready

Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

In that fast thing, speedin` through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)Panoramic brain, and my dash digi` (Dash digi`)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don`t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin` sauce like I`m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it`s chilly (It`s
chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready

I can`t fuck with none of y`all niggas, y`all disgust me
When you with your maggot ass friends, don`t discuss me
FN with extended clip, I hope them try to rush me
I hear `em sayin` such and such, a nigga ain`t gon` touch
me
Big body Benz, `member I used to be dusty
Now I want my money all hundreds in a rush please
I was sellin` weed when they came out with white tee
Now I put a whole half a ticket on my white tee
Whole hood poppin`, other niggas, they don`t like me
Made her eat it up, she told her friend, "He gon` wife me"
All my niggas thoroughbred, I don`t fuck with crossbreeds
Free all of the bros down the road and on Rice Street

In that fast thing, speedin` through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi` (Dash digi`)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don`t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin` sauce like I`m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it`s chilly (It`s
chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready (Ready)

Put some fine bitches in Margiel-y`s (Margiel-y)
Two new glass tinted, these baguette-y`s (Baguette-y)
Ain`t gon` bash you bitches, I ain`t petty (Nah)
Just know we fuckin`, we ain`t goin` steady (Goin` steady)
I don`t wanna sleep, I need more Addys (Need more
Addy)
I ain`t have no kid but I`m her daddy (I`m her daddy)
Better shake her ass like it`s Magic (Like it`s Magic)
Twenties in my pocket look like cabbage (Yeah)
Carats everywhere, I`m a rabbit (I`m a rabbit)
I ain`t Shawty Lo, but what`s happenin`? (What`s
happenin`?)
We was taught to go, keep that cannon (That cannon)
I`m on fuckin go, I can`t panic (I can`t panic)

In that fast thing, speedin` through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi` (Dash digi`)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don`t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin` sauce like I`m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it`s chilly (It`s
chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready

Money conversations, check my feng shui
I buy Dolce Gabbana, Chanel, I`m on straight
Supermodel, her body gon` be my entree
I been runnin` with hitters, my youngins gun slang
Cars of the day, brand new Wraith
My life circle, mines ain`t straight
Bills ain`t late, paid no notes
I ain`t no joke, they want smoke
We exotic, start a riot, we gon` riot
.223`s, drakes outside
We don`t get tired, we gon` die

Date Added: 2019-03-10
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