already - j.r. writer lyrics
[verse 1: j.r. writer]
hit the club, different kind of toy
bunch of sour in the air, middle finger to the boys
the b-tches love how i’m living — you annoyed?
leave them cowards over there; man, them n-ggas ain’t employed
i’m a boss, i ain’t gotta talk
how you puttin’ on? man, you need to knock it off
i be in my zone while you feeling kinda lost
couple shots of the patron got me feeling kinda sauced
[hook: j.r. writer]
so i’m ready; i been ready already
bunch of diamonds in the pink prezi, all heavy
you ain’t know we get plenty, talk feti
you just starting out, i been ready already
already already already
already already already
you ain’t know we get plenty, talk feti
you just starting out, i been ready already
[verse 2: j.r. writer]
you ain’t gotta give a f-ck that i’m nice, though
bad mami in the truck, heights flow
don’t know how i give it up, but your wife know
i still got it on tuck, n-gga — lipo
sick with the rap tracks, this is a mismatch
king of the crack raps, you n-ggas been wack
thing in the knapsack, don’t get your wig cracked
gimme that that that — come get your sh-t back
where we at? all in, going all out
get to talking, that’s because they all mouth
ask your b-tch, she know what i’m all ’bout
i’m so sick, n-gga, i should call out
little hennessey, different kind of energy
sicker with the punch, even sicker with similes
remember me? we gon’ have to talk feti
you can have that — i done had it already
[hook]
[verse 3: vado]
you ain’t gotta give a f-ck, but don’t get indicted
got my bars up without a liquor license
they hear them bars up, they like, this n-gga writing
same b-tches have you starstruck, a n-gga piping
i’m at a table full of devils bacuto
gripping metal, single sipping with uno
sh-t is pathetic — n-ggas better than who, though?
i’m living the legend i’m gonna be when i’m through, though
get ’em, yeah n-gga let’s get ’em
sic ’em, get the dogs to rip ’em
the next bars, i did ’em
you can’t bullsh-t him
would sport jordans, pippens around hood denim
quick to floss in an instant, send you off from a distance
bottom six inches, red alert like she mixing
get work, let’s fix it, you all ready
speakers in the trunk, hear it knocking all heavy
vato
[hook]
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