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