Testo Ready - Za Dakota
Testo della canzone Ready (Za Dakota), tratta dall'album THE FIRST OMEN
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah She ask Me why my cross upside down I told her let it go
Huh, Huh, i stare right at that bitch and put my glasses on
Huh, Yeah, I ain't give no fuck, I put my Balenci- on Huh, Yeah
Made Two Hundred-Thousand and put my city on, Huh Yeah
Bitch you better let em know
Don't play with me it get wicked, Yeah, Huh, Huh Yeah
Yeah bitch Im ready
We gon' pack em' up bitch yeah like Spaghetti
Ain't none of these fuck nigga's huh, ain't fucking with me yeah
Hold up 556 and that 223 that bitch hot and ready
Huh, black fit, Black wrist, Move like the President
Huh all my hoe's they treat me like a God bitch Im heaven sent
Huh, Huh, Huh
Huh, Huh
Yeah all my money fat yeah jurrasic
Hol up all my money long cause' I keep that bitch elastic
Hold up yeah that bitch she fine big ole butt she ain't lasted
Hold up I just copped the lamb, Suicide doors and bitch I crashed it
Huh, Huh, Huh
Im on the east
Huh, Huh
Im on the west
Huh, Huh
Im everywhere at once bitch im under pressure
Yeah you not that nigga bitch huh
Yeah you fold under pressure yeah huh
Im up a mill' so you know Im on whatever
But when I walk into that-
The bitch already know what's up
Un-Huh She piped down, She get the pipe yeah She pipe now
But you already know its YVL go get the pipes out
Bring the pipes out yeah, yeah pipes out
Huh and don't you ever trust no hoe, might get you whipped yeah
Might drop the lo and get you hit, Huh might get you whipped huh
No you cant move the same
You cant move the same, Once you rich like this it's wicked yeah
It get real wicked huh
Yeah She ask Me why my cross upside down I told her let it go
Huh, Huh, I stare right at that bitch and put my glasses on
Huh, Yeah, I ain't give no fuck, I put my Balenci- on Huh, Yeah
Made Two Hundred-Thousand and put my city on, Huh Yeah
Bitch you better let em know
Don't play with me it get wicked, Yeah, Huh, Huh Yeah
Yeah bitch Im ready
We gon' pack em' up bitch yeah like Spaghetti
Ain't none of these fuck nigga's huh, ain't fucking with me yeah
Hold up 556 and that 223 that bitch hot and ready
Huh, black fit, Black wrist, Move like the President
Huh all my hoe's they treat me like a God bitch Im heaven sent
Huh, Huh, Huh
Huh, Huh
Yeah all my money fat yeah jurrasic
Hol up all my money long cause' I keep that bitch elastic
Hold up yeah that bitch she fine big ole butt she ain't lasted
Hold up I just copped the lamb, Suicide doors and bitch I crashed it
Huh, Huh, Huh
Im on the east
Huh, Huh
Im on the west
Huh, Huh
Im everywhere at once bitch im under pressure
Yeah you not that nigga bitch huh
Yeah you fold under pressure yeah huh
Im up a mill' so you know Im on whatever
But when I walk into that-
The bitch already know what's up
Un-Huh She piped down, She get the pipe yeah She pipe now
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