| And you know it don’t stop, grindin' 'round that clock
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| Masterminding my second album, my first album just dropped
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| Scored a touchdown on my first down, niggas thought I was gon' flop
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| See I hustle like my momma but I look just like my pops
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| And we still duckin' cops, ride around and take shots
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| Hennessy for my enemies, niggas know I’m takin' they spot
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| 'Cause that score up on the play clock show just how I came from way back
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| Just like T-I-P told you — ASAP; |
| but you niggas rappin' like Aesop, Aesop
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| Get a grip!
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| Oh that’s your dream car? |
| Nigga that’s my old whip
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| Oh that’s your dream girl? |
| Nigga that’s my old bitch
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| Oh that’s your new flow? |
| Nigga that’s my old shit!
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| This that new K.R.I.T. |
| shit, that Cole shit, them country niggas
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| One for the money, two for the show
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| Three for them hoes saying anything goes
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| They say they ready for whatever!
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| They say they ready for whatever
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| I been around the world, twice to be exact
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| Six bad bitches and they lapped up in the back
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| They say they ready for whatever!
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| They say they ready for whatever
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| Young Krizzle
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| Shawty look what we got, my bass beat and it knock
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| Got the old school in my old school was to post up on yo block
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| Yo broad chose like she was s’posed to and you up in arms 'cause she bopped
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| Cole I hate to say it but I got to say that I wish that they would just stop
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| So fuck these haters, fuck these hoes that ain’t slammin' doors on they drop
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| Y’all niggas too young to remember how to the south used to be but I’m not
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| So when it come to snappin', Cadillacs, SpottieOttieDopaliscious, y’all pop
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| You thought Krit Wuz Here and R4 were the shit? |
| Bitch, wait 'til my album drop
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| Say that’s yo new car? |
| Nigga that’s my old slab
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| Say that’s yo new bitch? |
| Nigga that’s my old stab
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| Oh that’s yo new flow? |
| That shit sound so trash
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| This that new K.R.I.T. |
| shit, that Cole shit, them country niggas
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| Hol' up… but don’t forget about Compton, nigga!
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| One for the money, two for the show
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| Three for No Limit and the rest for Death Row
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| That means I been 'bout it 'bout it and this is the realest shit I ever wrote
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| And if anyone ever doubt it then they are the loudest of liars I know
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| I only desire to blow, she only desire to blow
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| And I hope that my dick is a whistling flute, and that’s not the instrumental
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| Now pick up my coat
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| You let that motherfucker drag like RuPaul, I’ll drag your ass to the floor
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| Bitch, I can admit, I’m a recovered addict, paraphernalia that is
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| Telling the doctor I’m sick, head doctor I’m needing your lips, yeah
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| Proper analogy for it, if I can afford it then I won’t ignore it, clear
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| Cop me a palace and Porsche and right when I floor it that’s when I switch gears
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| Living my life on Uranus, uh, keeping one foot in your anus, uh
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| The other foot all on your neck, repeatedly stomp 'til I break it, uh
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| Bitch I’m demanding respect, these bitches is telling me take it
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| DJ Khaled, even if I had callus, holding the torch ain’t no challenge
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| Ain’t it?
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| One for the money, two for the show
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| Three for them hoes saying anything goes
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| They say they ready for whatever!
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| They say they ready for whatever
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| I been around the world, twice to be exact
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| Six bad bitches and they lapped up in the back
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| They say they ready for whatever!
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| They say they ready for whatever |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song They Ready , by - DJ Khaled. Song from the album Kiss The Ring, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп