Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ready, artist - Lil Baby. Album song Street Gossip, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Quality Control
Song language: English
Ready |
| Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Phillies |
| Drip-drippin' sauce like I’m chili (Sauce) |
| Bet that mink came to the floor when it’s chilly |
| I got 3 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 don’t try to rush me |
| I hear 'em sayin' such and such, a nigga ain’t gon' touch me |
| Big body Benz, remember, I used to be dusty |
| Now I want my money, all hunnids, in a rush please |
| I was selling 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 that don’t like me |
| Made her eat if you know she told her friend 'He gon' wife me' |
| All my niggas thoroughbred, I don’t fuck with cross breeds |
| 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') |
| Mother fuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit) |
| Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly’s |
| Drip-drippin' sauce like I’m chili (Sauce) |
| Bet that mink came to the floor when it’s chilly |
| I got 3 big booty broads at the telly (The telly) |
| And they know from the start who was ready |
| Pull some fine bitches in Margiellys (Margiellys) |
| Two new glass tinted, these baguettys |
| Ain’t gonna bash you bitches, I ain’t petty |
| Just know we fuckin', we ain’t goin' steady (Goin' steady) |
| I don’t wanna sleep, I need more Addys (Need more addys) |
| 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') |
| 20's in my pocket look like cabbage |
| Carats everywhere, I’m a rabbit (I'm a rabbit) |
| I ain’t Shawty Lo, pop a Xanny |
| We was taught to go, keep that cannon (That cannon) |
| On my fuckin' gold I can’t panic |
| In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (Skrrt skrrt) |
| Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (Dash digi') |
| Mother fuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit) |
| Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly’s |
| Drip-drippin' sauce like I’m chili (Sauce) |
| Bet that mink came to the floor when it’s chilly (It's chilly) |
| I got 3 big booty broads at the telly (The telly) |
| And they know from the start who was ready |
| Money conversations, check my phone, sweet |
| I buy Dolce and Gabbana, Chanel, Armani, straight |
| Supermodel, her body gon' be me entree |
| I been runnin’with hitters, my youngins gun-sling |
| Cars of the day, brand new Wraith |
| My life’s her goal, mines ain’t straight |
| Bills ain’t late, paid no notes |
| I ain’t no joke |
| They want smoke |
| We exotic, shawty ride |
| We gon' ride |
| 223, jakes outside |
| We don’t get tired |
| We gon' ride |