Clyde Carson, E-40 - She Ready lyrics

She ready!

You ain't with the shit i ain't got time
Tryna' get you back to the crib
So we can unwind
Ready, ready, think she ready
Ready, ready, think she ready
Ready, ready, think she ready
Ready, ready, think she ready

She ready!

Impatient
Ready for the word, what I say she down to do
That late shit sippin’ on it straight
When she drinks she adds the juice
I'm a richer
More updated version of the nigga
That she fuckin' with
I can see it from the front so
I already know what I’m up against
Shawty like to entertain
Poppin' bottles in the coupe
Her clothes never mine
Ohhh, yeah, it's good once you get her loose
Get her loose get her loose
Know I'm tryna' ride up in that caboose
Gin and juice get her loose
You know I'm a dawg let the

You ain't with the shit i ain't got time
Tryna' get you back to the crib
So we can unwind
Ready, ready, think she ready
Ready, ready, think she ready
Ready, ready, think she ready
Ready, ready, think she ready

She ready!

I am in this thang twisted ripped
Double shots, double fisted lit
My lil' homie got the biscuit metal
Get to knock it like a visit hello
Boy he has the dreadlocks mannish
Clips with thirty shots damage
Maseratis in the parking lot italy
All from the

She on me cus' I'm heavy weight
Robin Jeans and Giuseppe great
Ballin' like a motherfucker factor
Got it wetter than the splash brothers
Ask her franck Muller watch on my arm
Investments
Yellow diamonds, looking like corn vVSs
More jewelry than a treasure chest
I'm in a ballin' session with
My hand on her breasts

You ain't with the shit i ain't got time
Tryna' get you back to the crib
So we can unwind
Ready, ready, think she ready
Ready, ready, think she ready
Ready, ready, think she ready
Ready, ready, think she ready