โหลดเพลง mp3 Ready - Lil Baby

Ready (Explicit) - Lil Baby/Gunna
Lyrics by：Dominique Jones/Sergio Kitchens/Leland Tyler Wayne
Composed by：Dominique Jones/Sergio Kitchens/Leland Tyler Wayne
Produced by：Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin want some more n***a more more more
In that fast thing speedin' through the city
Skrrt skrrt
Panoramic brain and my dash digi' dash digi'
Motherf**k the fame all my n***as litty
Lit
Backwood to the face I don't smoke no philly
Nah
Drip drippin' sauce like I'm chili chili
Sauce
Let that mink hang to the floor when it's chilly chilly
I got three big booty broads at the telly telly
The telly
And they know from the start who was ready
I can't f**k with none of y'all n***as
Y'all disgust me
When you with your maggot a*s friends
Don't discuss me
FN with extended clip
I hope them try to rush me
I hear 'em sayin' such and such
A n***a 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' w**d when they came out with white tee
Now I put a whole half a ticket on my white tee
Whole hood poppin' other n***as
They don't like me
Made her eat it up she told her friend
He gon' wife me
All my n***as thoroughbred
Don't f**k with crossbreeds
Free all of the bros down road and on rice street
Rice street
In that fast thing
Speedin' through the city skrrt skrrt
Panoramic brain and my dash digi' dash digi'
Motherf**k the fame
All my n***as litty
Lit
Backwood to the face
I don't smoke no philly philly
Nah
Drip drippin' sauce like I'm chili chili
Sauce
Let that mink hang to the floor when it's chilly chilly
I got three big booty broads at the telly the telly
Telly
And they know from the start who was ready
Ready
Put some fine b***hes in margiel-y's
Margiel-y
Two new glass tinted these baguette-y' s baguette-y
Ain't gon' bash you b***hes
I ain't petty
Nah
Just know we f**kin'
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 a*s like it's magic
Like it's magic
Twenties in my pocket look like cabbage 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 f**kin' 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'
Motherf**k the fame all my n***as litty litty
Lit
Backwood to the face I don't smoke no phily
Nah
Drip drippin' sauce like I'm chili chili
Sauce
Let that mink hang to the floor when it's chilly chilly
It's chilly
I got three big booty broads at the
Telly the telly telly
And they know from the start who was ready
Money conversations check my feng shui
I buy dolce gabbana chanel a month straight
Supermodel her body gon' be my entree
I been runnin' with hitters
My youngins gun slang
Cars up to date 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' ride
223's drakes outside
We don't get tired we gon' die