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| Song: | I'm Ready For You |
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| Year: | | Length: | 0 sec |
Lyricist: Drake
Lyrics:
Hello? Yeah, yeah Hey, how's it going? (How you feel?) My name is Young Tiller, Young Tiller, Bryson, Pen Griffey You could call me whatever I still want you bad as ever And I know you know this already 'Cause you been that b- already You don't wanna hear sh-, now let me Tell you, you're top of my list, I'm ready You smile, but I'm that serious, so I'm ready I'm down, just tell me if you with it, I'm ready I said it three times but don't forget it, I'm ready You, you know you impress me, girl Yeah, I see you in them pictures and you flossin' and sh-, huh? Had to get to know you better Tell me how your ex-ex r?ally took a loss with this sh-, huh? Guess he gotta step, I'll show you b?tter Step outside the vehicle in heels, got 'em pausin' and sh- (yeah) Dancin', love it when you start with the hips And it taste like cherry lip gloss on your lips, ayy Date night, girl, let's get it poppin' It start with the hate, right? You like how I'm talkin' and sh-, huh? And your n- don't be talkin' 'bout sh- That's the difference, yeah, he met me Yeah, I'm broad with the sh-, huh? Plus I walk how I'm talkin' and sh-, huh? Friends so protective, they all with the sh-, huh? They be like, 'Why they all say the sh-?', huh Have shawty straight just as long as you with me When you ready for me, be like, 'Baby, come get me' Imagine, have a night out in Paris Fall and winter romances Baby, if I got it, swear to God you can have it If you took a chance on me, girl, you would see that I'm an everything man I don't play no games when it comes to you Don't have to leave, I will come to you I left as soon as I saw you Post up them pictures of you flossin' and sh-, huh? I just had to get to know you better Tell me how your ex-ex really took a loss with this sh-, huh? Guess he gotta step, I'll show you better Step outside the vehicle in heels, got 'em pausin' and sh- Dancin', love it when you start with the hips Taste like cherry lip gloss on your lips, ayy Date night, girl, let's get it poppin' It start with the hate, right? You like how I'm talkin' and sh-, huh? And your n- don't be talkin' 'bout sh- That's the difference, yeah, he met me Yeah, I'm broad with the sh-, huh? Plus I walk how I'm talkin' and sh-, huh? Friends so protective, they all with the sh-, huh? They be like, 'Why they all say the sh-?', huh Just as long as you When you ready for me, be like, 'Baby, come get me'
Tell me, is you with it? I'm ready I said it, I know you don't forget it, I'm ready
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