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Friday, August 17

DJ Khaled - They Ready Lyrics

DJ Khaled They Ready Lyrics DJ Khaled They Ready Lyrics

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Whip cold, get dough, different flows
I killed the last beat, I'm out on parole
You know the code, point scene, money gone
You know what I'm on, pass the styrofoam

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
And you know it don’t stop
Grindin round that clock
Masterminding my second album
My first album just dropped
Scored a touchdown on my first down
Niggas thought I was gon’ flop
See I hustle like my momma but I look just like my pops
And we still duckin cops
Ride round and take shots
Hennessy for my enemies
Niggas know I’m takin they spot
Cause that’s Cole up on the play clock
Show just how I came from way back
Just like TIP told you ASAP but you niggas rappin like Aesop
Get a grip

Oh that’s your dream car? Nigga that’s my old whip
Oh that’s your dream girl? Nigga that’s my old bitch
Oh that’s your new flow? Nigga that’s my old shit!
This that new KRIT shit, that Cole shit
Them country niggas
One for the money
Two for the show
Three for them hoes saying anything goes

They say they ready for whatever!
They say they ready for whatever..

I been around the world
Twice to be exact
Six bad bitches and they lapped up in the back
They say they ready for whatever!
They say they ready for whatever

[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]

Shawty look what we got
My bass beat & it knock
Got the old school in my old school
Bout to post up on yo block
Yo broad chose like she was supposed to

and you up in arms cause she bopped
I hate to say it but I got to say that

I wish that they would just stop
So fuck these haters, fuck these

hoes that ain’t slammin doors on they drop
Y’all niggas too young to remember how to ???

The beat but I’m not
So when it come to snappin Cadillac

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Hol’ up, but don’t forget about Compton nigga
One for the money, two for the show, three for

no limit and the rest for death row
That means I been bout it bout it and this is the realist shit I ever wrote
And if anyone ever doubt it then they are the loudest of liars I know
I only desire to blow, she only desire to blow
And I hope that my dick is a whistlely flute, and that’s not the instrumental
Now pick up my coat, you let that motherfucker drag like

RuPaul, I’ll drag your ass to the floor
Bitch, I can admit, I’m a recovered addict, Paraphernalia that is
Tellin the doctor I’m sick