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letra de ready - trouble

[pre-hook]
can’t get involved too deeply
can’t set myself up for letdowns
get on them bars, get sleepy
grab a lil b-tch and go lay it down
can’t even remember my weekend
barely can get up the next day
all i know that i stay getting paid
chain on the floor by my michael js

[hook]
couple lil b-tches was ready
chopper on side of me ready
one in the head, that b-tch ready
did you not think i was ready?
i just told ray that she ready
got to go’n push it on out to the block
got to go’n push it on out to the street
whatever, do it heavy, young n-gga be ready

[verse 1]
we be like b-tch i gotta get 100 p’s
a hundred p’s, i got to get ‘em
give a f-ck with my n-ggas ‘dem done did
cause wrong or right, my n-gga riding with ‘em
24 7, riding with this chopper b-tch
riding with this chopper, yeah
we can afford some problems, yeah
i can afford some problems
be the one, i’ll lay it down
bad b-tches, i just lay ‘em down
no emotions, i can’t play around
pop was gone, i made my way around
through the city, money got to get it
francis was out shooting dice with me
my b-tch she wanted me home with her
texting and talking on phones with her
i f-ck with you but the way a n-gga f-ck with you
make it seem like i don’t f-ck with you
i don’t hit your phone all the time
you say it make you feel like you ain’t on my mind
how the f-ck is you ain’t on my mind
when i just went and helped you go and flip a dime
why the f-ck is these b-tches ungrateful
must be doin’ some’ under the table

[verse 2]
you gotta be ready fool
you gotta be ready whatever time it is
whatever day, n-gga i don’t give a f-ck
man you just gotta be ready
you gotta be ready b-tch
you gotta be ready miss lady
that’s if you feel i disrespected you
calling your b-tch, chill
you’ll still be my b-tch for real
cause if i’m f-cking with you then i call you that
n-ggas be talkin’ crazy like they’ll k!ll something
n-gga you ain’t got the b-lls for that
i f-ck with young n-ggas, f-ck with real n-ggas
like dtb, like black
i f-ck with plenty b-tches
but i still won’t f-ck her if that sh-t ain’t waxed
every time a n-gga get that pack
go to mom’s house, get them racks
swear to god my life here facts
yeah i f-ck with you but can’t get attached
that money callin’ me, i hear it
said trouble, come get me, don’t ever relax

- trouble

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