lirik lagu ysr gramz & yn jay - ready doe
[intro: yn jay]
they eat [?] spaghetti, hoe
(enrgy made this one)
[verse 1: yn jay]
she said what i eat when i was young, i said spaghetti~os
mmmm, ahhh, haaa, i’m ready doe
can you start the beat? ‘cause i’m ready doe
b~tch wanna f~ck, said i’m ready doe
wanna shoot some dice, i’m ready doe
let’s pull out of town, i’m ready doe
let’s hit the f~cking road, man, i’m ready doe
b~tch, what you cook, on some fish, with the spaghetti doe
ah, what i eat when i was young? i eat spaghetti~os
took a bad b~tch to the tellio
jumping off the roof like [?] stеreo
b~tch eating my d~ck in the morning likе cereal
pull the glock out, ooh! k!ll him like [?]
i told my fiend “i got all stones like millio”
got a white fat fiend named jelly roll
fat b~tch tried to dance, she did the belly roll
cutting people off, circle small like cheerios
still looking for the first batch, where the cherry go?
where my cousin barry go?
walk off from a [?], where [?] larry go?
riding in the car, see the opps, shoot for larry doe
i had to call my uncle sam, where uncle harry go?
if you buy some ice from detroit, go to garry doe!
[?] you n~ggas scary, bro?
n~gga shot but you ain’t shoot back, where your pistol go?
ayy, what the f~ck’s the issue, bro?
big ass gun on me, when it shoot, it’s like a missile, bro
i just pinned your b~tch on a wall, it’s like a mistletoe
n~gga said he selling dawg, where his [?] go?
we just stomped a n~gga so hard, we have to fix the floor
so i hit the crib with the (boom!), we had to fix the door
too many b~tches in my crib, i had to pick a hoe
n~gga shot a .25, his bullets look like pinky toes
[verse 2: ysr gramz]
i’m finna take a four hour flight, just to pick some ‘bows
i love when i went to coochie man, i get to pick my hoes
lil’ b~tch thick in her hips, but she pigeon~toed
you know that n~gga snitched, but you still hang with him though
i don’t want the p~ssy, unless the brain come with it though
dog sh~t in my pants, left a stain [?]
i just slid on my opps in a gucci raincoat
if you be giving b~tches money for some p~ssy, you a lame, bro
high [?] know you n~ggas ain’t got aim, bro
you 6ix9ine ass lil’ n~gga, you a rainbow
we in a f~cking [?] back, you in a range rover
b~tch, your p~ssy ain’t hitting on sh~t, you let lame come over
dawg got hit with that bl!ck, now game over
you rolled a 3.5 and you still sober
i use the broke ass scale, i be getting over
bro got caught with the bl!ck, but he still toting
bro got burnt by a b~tch, he a whole poster
life be up and down, it’s a rollercoaster
you still ain’t make ten bands, and you getting older
i put a [?] by his name, he a whole [?]
oh, you ain’t tell but you out, let me read your photo
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