Dj Khaled

Dj Khaled - They Ready lyrics

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Feat Big KRIT, J. Cole & Kendrick Lamar

[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

[Hook: Cole]

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 south used to be but I'm not

So when it come to snappin', Cadillacs, SpottieOttieDopaliscious, y'all pop

You thought Krit Wuz Here and R4 were the shit, bitch wait til my album drop

Say that's yo new car? Nigga that's my old slab

Say that's yo new bitch? Nigga that's my old stab

Oh that's yo new flow? That shit sound so trash

This that new KRIT shit, that Cole shit, them country niggas

[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

Telling the doctor I'm sick, head doctor I'm needing your lips, yea

Proper analogy for it, if I can afford it then I won't ignore it, ?

Cop me a palace and Porsche and right when I floor it that's when I switch gears

Living my life on Uranus, uh, keeping one foot in your anus, uh

The other foot all on your neck, repeatedly stomp 'til I break it, uh

Bitch I'm demanding respect, these bitches is telling me take it

DJ Khaled, even if I had callus, holding the torch ain't no challenge

Ain't it

[Hook]

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

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