Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ready to Eat, artist - SahBabii. Album song Barnacles, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Casting Bait
Song language: English
Ready to Eat |
| My niggas gon' ride for me |
| Put on they swimming trunks, slide for me |
| Bitch, we ain’t worried 'bout beef |
| My shooters fat and they ready to eat |
| Lean back in the seat, she spaghetti the D |
| These niggas ain’t shooters, they tellin' on me |
| Aim at your bell, tacos filling the scene |
| I’m pulling my pants up, I’m ready to swing |
| I’m ready to swing on a bitch |
| If it go left, up the thing on a bitch |
| She in love with these balls, put a ring on a bitch |
| Iced-out nipple piercings, I put that bling on her tits, nigga |
| These choppers real, no orange tips, nigga |
| Every month, I go six-figures |
| We need more straps, bitch, we getting richer |
| We real killers, never artificial |
| Step back and pop like I’m Harden (Harden) |
| She see the print in the joggers (Joggers) |
| Thirty-two shots in the joggers (Joggers) |
| These bitches look good on TV, but they fooling like it’s McDonalds (Like it’s |
| McDonalds) |
| We play with them just like pianos |
| On the weed farm with Old MacDonald |
| My niggas gon' ride for me |
| Put on they swimming trunks, slide for me |
| Bitch, we ain’t worried 'bout beef |
| My shooters fat and they ready to eat |
| Lean back in the seat, she spaghetti the D |
| These niggas ain’t shooters, they tellin' on me |
| Aim at your bell, tacos filling the scene |
| I flooded my pockets with parmesan cheese |
| Tats on his face, he tryna look throwed |
| Behind those tattoos, I know he a ho |
| Pull up with that .40, my shit getting old |
| If I tell him don’t move, that boy striking that pose |
| 2016, we striking for clothes |
| Flathead in my pocket, we striking for poles |
| You loving these bitches, you mad 'bout some hoes |
| Nigga tryna get some hoes by some hoes |
| Nigga tryna get some smoke by the throat |
| I was born when a squid fucked a GOAT |
| When it’s wintertime, we put sticks in our coats |
| My niggas gon' ride for me |
| Put on they swimming trunks, slide for me |
| Bitch, we ain’t worried 'bout beef |
| My shooters fat and they ready to eat |
| Lean back in the seat, she spaghetti the D |
| These niggas ain’t shooters, they tellin' on me |
| Aim at your bell, tacos filling the scene |
| I’m pulling my pants up, I’m ready to swing |