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lirik lagu ready for me – detroit l-o

[intro]

imma need you to pass me my cuban
imma need my cutter
it’s getting, it’s getting, it’s getting kind of heavy
i don’t think, i don’t think, i don’t think n*ggas ready
it’s getting, it’s getting, it’s getting kind of heavy
i don’t think, i don’t think, i don’t think n*ggas ready

[verse 1]

i require all the things that i always desired
planting seeds through the nation and it’s taking you higher
imma be yo boss tonight, i’ll tell you what i require
and just make sure you do yo best and try and not to get fired
if you say you did her better, imma make you a liar
i turned her on just by walking in with cuban attire
it’s the motion in the ocean, not the size of the boat
but if you ask freaky l*o, imma tеll you it’s both
every movement, еvery stroke filled with something so real
try to x*ray my clothing, since i never reveal
she love a brother from the west, but i ain’t no kanye
the sapphire make her say the s*x was the bomb bae (bombay)
pop open prosecco, loosen up baby and let go
they think they ready for me, but they swear that they the best though
if it ain’t raw, it’s flaw, you should know that
you done joined the raw life and baby you won’t go back
like a pure diamond, girl i gotta live flawless
bouta give her deluxe versions of the raw sh*t
sipping margaritas, bartender hold the rocks
i’m a fresh 90s baby like i’m fresh up out the box
[hook]

challenging my craft like they ready for me
plotting on my math like they ready for me
putting my opponents last, they ain’t ready for me
nah they ain’t ready for me
moaning out my name like she ready for me
pulling on my shirt like she ready for me
laid back, legs divided like she ready for me
nah she ain’t ready for me

[verse 2]

while you in the trap caked up with yo draco
i’m in italy getting paid to drink prosecco
my secretary gonna make them calls when i say so
getting foreign product shipped in by the case loads
the life keeps me high, got me feeling half baked
i let her l!ck the spoon after l*o makes the cake
perrier jouet, chowing on soufflé
women on the 2 way, all while i’m playing 2k
girlie say she really like me, why is you lying
those the type of chicks that love to waste all a n*gga time
only thing you get up out of that was amatuer s*x
i blew her off, she prolly think i moved on to the next
or she prolly think a n*gga went back to my ex
but h*ll naw, i just got more focused up on my checks
but she don’t give a f*ck and neither do i
new n*gga wanna be in gbt, bro are you high
we was built off chemistry, this ain’t no basketball team
either wine or champagne, i ain’t drinking no lean
and i don’t smoke weed, shiddd everything bout me clean
new cologne and a cadi, i’m yo main b*tches dream
you can say i’m out this world n*gga like elroy
n*ggas grind, waiting on the bag like a bell boy
the neo*soul chicks be the freakiest ones
make her read me a poem while she make me cum
i’m the best by far, smoking cuban cigars
pushing old school cadi’s over exotic cars
the grind never shaky, i keep it steady for me
step up to the plate if you feel you ready for me
[hook]

- detroit l o

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