Lyrics KYLE – Ready (Live)
Text:
I chopped a girl named Demi, call me the butcher
Demi wanted Moore so she went back Kutcher
Forget, that broad she should notice me now
It wasn’t a matter of when, it was a matter of how
She said she smoked sisha
She said I’m a pleaser
I learned she had a boyfriend and told him
I can make your girl hit, hit more keys than Alycia
Believe me, Really
After me, I’ll have your girl walking like Genie
I told you everything is mine like chile
Believe it or not, okay Mr. Ripley
Watsup
Hook:
You ain’t ready for this man, you ain’t ready for this
This that deep, deep flow straight from the abyss
You ain’t ready for this
I never really liked pepsi it wasn’t up to par
I much prefer coke like Escobar
Broads hate on me cause I never call
Blokes hate cause my money Robert wadlow tall
Its like I’m King, I got rappers bowing down on one knee
I would be surprised if they asked will marry me
I got filling, a filling like a cavit/
I got a feeling, a feeling like the black eyed peas
Don’t ask me no questions, just ask geeves
I don’t bare arms, I wear long sleeves
Geez, I told you Im Richie like Nicole
Cause of my unforgettable flow that, Nat King Cole
Girl, don’t try and fight it like a pacifist
Believe me, Eric Wright, its too Eazy
Hitting broads like Chris Brezzy
That’s what’s up
Hook:
You ain’t ready for this man, you ain’t ready for this
This that deep, deep flow straight from the abyss
You ain’t ready for this