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y'all ain't ready - mike will made-it lyrics

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[intro]
mike will made-it
ear drummers

[chorus: 2 chainz]
automatic weapons and giuseppe’s
automatic weapons and giuseppe’s
automatic weapons and giuseppe’s (y’all ain’t ready)
automatic weapons and giuseppe’s (y’all ain’t ready)
five pack, ten pack, twenty pack (twenty packs)
thirty pack, forty pack, fifty pack (fifty packs)
know to make a mill straight off from scratch
i can pull your girl with my hand tied behind my back

[verse 1: 2 chainz]
flipping packs, i’m a silver-back, ain’t no monkey sh-t
go just rolled up a joint, that last 40 minutes
andale, ain’t no bullsh-t, this that real life
when puerto rican johnny left, it didn’t feel right
i come from straight from the trenches
you know my spurt off the hinges
when you come through we don’t talk to you
everyone know that you snitchin’
this is a different dimension
whatever i want get attention
my partner stay with the pistols
them pistols stay with extensions
i done got my hustle in the trap (in the trap)
another star bustin’ in the trap (in the trap)
i got head in the trap (in the trap)
i done got my bread in the trap (in the trap)

[chorus: 2 chainz]
automatic weapons and giuseppe’s (y’all ain’t ready)
automatic weapons and giuseppe’s
automatic weapons and giuseppe’s (y’all ain’t ready)
automatic weapons and giuseppe’s (y’all ain’t ready)
five pack, ten pack, twenty pack (twenty packs)
thirty pack, forty pack, fifty pack (fifty packs)
i can make a mill up, straight from scratch
i can take your girl with my hand tied behind my back

[verse 2: 2 chainz]
rap sh-t, trap sh-t, recorded this, sorta did it
all my 16’s crackin’, you gon’ need soda with it
big boulder on my pinky, get oral s-x off a winky
took so much designer sh-t on a cruise, the boat started sinkin’
well, hit her with the d, now she hooked like phonics
chopper by the high heels in the d-mn closet
baby mama got a d-mn whole bunch of bags
she know her baby daddy got a whole bunch of mags (y’all ain’t ready)
valentino, saint laurent, dolce, gabbana
giuseppe shoes, jimmy choos, and d-mn red bottoms
got a .38 in my d-mn nike box
what the if and end, i’ma d-mn [?]
ain’t no compet-tion, i’ll be d-mned i’ma stop (y’all ain’t ready)
do i talk to lames, i say d-mn, i do not
automatic weapons get to sprayin’ out the car
brand new f-ckin’ necklace like i’m payin’ for a car (uh)

[chorus: 2 chainz]
automatic weapons and giuseppe’s
automatic weapons and giuseppe’s
automatic weapons and giuseppe’s (y’all ain’t ready)
automatic weapons and giuseppe’s (y’all ain’t ready, y’all ain’t ready)
talking ’bout compet-tion, ain’t no compet-tion (y’all ain’t ready)
talking ’bout compet-tion, ain’t no compet-tion (y’all ain’t ready, y’all ain’t ready)
i’m in the magazine you can get your issue
pull up on your scene with a thousand pistols
(f-ck is my ransom, homie?)

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