| Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Phillies
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| Drip-drippin' sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
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| Bet that mink came to the floor when it’s chilly
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| I got 3 big booty broads at the telly (The telly)
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| And they know from the start who was ready
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| I can’t fuck with none of y’all niggas, y’all disgust me
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| When you with your maggot ass friends, don’t discuss me
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| FN with extended clip, I hope don’t try to rush me
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| I hear 'em sayin' such and such, a nigga ain’t gon' touch me
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| Big body Benz, remember, I used to be dusty
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| Now I want my money, all hunnids, in a rush please
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| I was selling weed when they came out with White Tee'
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| Now I put a whole half a ticket on my white-tee
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| Whole hood poppin', other niggas that don’t like me
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| Made her eat if you know she told her friend 'He gon' wife me'
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| All my niggas thoroughbred, I don’t fuck with cross breeds
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| Free all of the bros down the road, and on Rice Street
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| In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (Skrrt skrrt)
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| Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (Dash digi')
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| Mother fuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
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| Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly’s
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| Drip-drippin' sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
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| Bet that mink came to the floor when it’s chilly
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| I got 3 big booty broads at the telly (The telly)
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| And they know from the start who was ready
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| Pull some fine bitches in Margiellys (Margiellys)
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| Two new glass tinted, these baguettys
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| Ain’t gonna bash you bitches, I ain’t petty
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| Just know we fuckin', we ain’t goin' steady (Goin' steady)
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| I don’t wanna sleep, I need more Addys (Need more addys)
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| I ain’t have no kid, but I’m her daddy (I'm her daddy)
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| Better shake her ass like it’s 'Magic' (Like it’s 'Magic')
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| 20's in my pocket look like cabbage
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| Carats everywhere, I’m a rabbit (I'm a rabbit)
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| I ain’t Shawty Lo, pop a Xanny
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| We was taught to go, keep that cannon (That cannon)
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| On my fuckin' gold I can’t panic
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| In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (Skrrt skrrt)
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| Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (Dash digi')
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| Mother fuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
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| Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly’s
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| Drip-drippin' sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
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| Bet that mink came to the floor when it’s chilly (It's chilly)
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| I got 3 big booty broads at the telly (The telly)
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| And they know from the start who was ready
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| Money conversations, check my phone, sweet
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| I buy Dolce and Gabbana, Chanel, Armani, straight
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| Supermodel, her body gon' be me entree
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| I been runnin’with hitters, my youngins gun-sling
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| Cars of the day, brand new Wraith
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| My life’s her goal, mines ain’t straight
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| Bills ain’t late, paid no notes
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| I ain’t no joke
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| They want smoke
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| We exotic, shawty ride
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| We gon' ride
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| 223, jakes outside
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| We don’t get tired
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| We gon' ride |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ready , by - Lil Baby. Song from the album Street Gossip, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп