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ready - baseman lyrics

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[chorus]
if it’s war, then we’re ready, dawg, ayy
shot my nerve with machete, dawg, ayy
whre the bad b*tch, and that b*tch get me very hard, ayy
ride for my n*ggas, my n*ggas, they shooting stars, lord

but this is how we do it
i caught the wave, i had to beat you to it
mase in my jelas, had these b*tches looking’
if trapping’s dead, tell me why we’re juggin’
ooh, like n*gga, ooh

[verse 1]
i said, where’s the food?
it’s a stick*up, i don’t wanna see n0body move
i’m loose, i think i lost a screw

i’m in that hoopty when i skirr on you
foreign coups, tell them drop the roof
came hеre with nothing, so how can i lose?
it’s true, i brought thе juice

hit her from the back ’cause, babes, i like the view
still rep that block, i hope i make it off
whip that blow, turn that grub to rock
i’m sipping’ meds, my b*tch just sip cîroc
don’t give me stress, babes, i just want some top
i’m in the trap house, all my n*ggas flipping’
i’m michael myers, tryna make a k!lling’
i stay saucy, all my n*ggas dripping’

i like my b*tches pretty, i’m so picky
call me mr. new wave, i brought that to my city
trigger finger fat, my finger’s itching’
my dawgs in cunch, hiding’ dope in bushes
you n*ggas ain’t on nothing’, but my youngins pulling’

[chorus]
if it’s war, then we’re ready, dawg, ayy
shot my nerve with machete, dawg, ayy
with a bad b*tch, and that b*tch got me very hard, ayy
ride for my n*ggas, my n*ggas, they shooting stars

but this is how we do it
i caught the wave, i had to beat you to it
mase in my jelas had these b*tches looking’
if trapping’s dead, tell me why we’re juggin’
ooh, ooh

[verse 2]
black trackie, pants saggin’
big bed, i still wear a bally
i’m with the goons, smoking’ cali
pull up in that four*door with a load of swammy
nija boy, i still eat my garri
latina mommy, she call me papi
stop selling dreams, b*tch, you don’t love me
can’t trust these girls, they just wanna trap me

don’t need to talk, they know what i’m on
i’m smokin’ ammy, and it’s way too strong
might take a risk, i might not use a dom
i’m five foot nine, but girl, my d*ck is long

and you better stay strapped
show me the gourmet, i’ll come and take that
pull up on your block, let it spray, call it payback
’cause these oppers are lying’, they never state facts

[chorus]
if it’s war, then we’re ready, dawg, ayy
shot my nerve with machete, dawg, ayy
with a bad b*tch, and that b*tch get me very hard, ayy
ride for my n*ggas, my n*ggas, they shooting stars

but this is how we do it
i caught the wave, i had to beat you to it
mase in my jelas had these b*tches looking’
if trapping’s dead, tell me why we’re juggin’
ooh

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