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• Artiste: SahBabii
• Titre: Ready 2 Eat
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My niggas gon' ride for me Put on they swimming trunks, slide for me Bitch, we ain't worried 'bout beef My shooters fed and they ready to eat We back in the sea, she spaghetti the D These niggas, they cheaters, they tellin' on me Aim at your [?] I'ma pull up my pants if I'm ready to swing I'm ready to swing on a bitch If it go left, up the thing on a bitch She in love with these balls, put a ring on a bitch Iced-out nipple piercing, I put that bling on her tits, nigga These choppers real, no orange tips, nigga Every month, I go six-figures We need more straps, bitch, we getting richer We real killers, never artificial Step back and pop like I'm Harden (Harden) She see the print in the joggers (Joggers) Thirty-two shots in the joggers (Joggers) These bitches look good on TV, but they fooling like it's McDonalds (Like it's McDonalds) We play with them keys like pianos On the weed farm with Old MacDonald My niggas gon' ride for me Put on they swimming trunks, slide for me Bitch, we ain't worried 'bout beef My shooters fed and they ready to eat We back in the sea, she spaghetti the D These niggas, they cheaters, they tellin' on me Aim at your [?] I flooded my pockets with parmesan cheese Tats on his face, he tryna look throwed Behind those tattoos, I know he a ho Pull up with that 40, my shit getting old If I tell him don't move, that boy striking a pose 2016, we striking for clothes Flathead in my pocket, we striking for poles You loving these bitches, you mad 'bout some hoes Nigga tryna get some hoes by some hoes Nigga tryna get some smoke by the throat I was born when [?] the GOAT When it's wintertime, we put sticks in our coats My niggas gon' ride for me Put on they swimming trunks, slide for me Bitch, we ain't worried 'bout beef My shooters fed and they ready to eat We back in the sea, she spaghetti the D These niggas, they cheaters, they tellin' on me Aim at your [?] I'ma pull up my pants if I'm ready to swing