Juicy J, Wiz Khalifa, TM88 - Cell Ready lyrics

[Juicy J, Wiz Khalifa, TM88 - Cell Ready lyrics]

Man this volcano bag get you high as fuck
Yo TM, you know what I'm saying mane
Its time man you know
Finna get the whole world high man
Let them feel these side effects
This shit finna be deadly bruh

Fuck with my fam, this shit gon' get deadly
They gon' have to get my cell ready
Play with my paper
This shit gon' get deadly
They gon' have to get my cell ready
Short me on my dope
This shit gon' get deadly
They gon' have to get my cell ready
Fuck with one of my niggas
This shit gon' get deadly
They gon' have to get my cell ready

What these niggas on, hand me my chrome
Goin back to snatching niggas out they
Cadillac and send them home
Smoke em' like a bong
Then it's back to counting
Money when I'm stoned
Or I send a hit through
The phone and my dudes
Will come get you and they'll
Never leave you alone
My niggas official like refs with a whistle
I just make one call back
To top off your dome off with your head
Bitch I'm a king I got shooters
With 2's protecting my throne
One shot then you gone
You should've known i'm a real
Nigga I cannot be cloned
I'm filthy rich still don't let a penny go
I be up all night like I'm Arsenio
Freaky bitches take the dick in any whole
Now they famous cause they in my video
Who you foolin' I don't buy
I don't judge I just go off vibes
When I touch the sky then hop in this ride
Taylor Gang nigga we don't die
This world is mine I delete you guys
We all tryna eat we don't need your kind
And get that cash but family first
Be prepared to grind nigga put in work
Fuck nigga what would you do for this ice
You think it's really worth losing your life
How bad you want stripes
My young niggas killers
If I give the word then
They smashing you niggas
Bunch of youngins' coming from a broken home
Slanging rock n roll but
Ain't no rolling stone
Streets welcome niggas in with open arms
If I catch the charge I'm a post a bond
You god damn right I'm a
Certified boss I can
Cut the check or I can cut your throat
Put you on the table tag on your
Toe smoking weed till' I overdose
You don't want beef you
Ain't thinking clear i'm
Too busy tryna make a fucking village
Dripping more cheese then a chicken Philly
Pittsburgh niggas really bout they business
I got niggas with me don't got any feelings
They just really wit it
They just into killing
Hard as hell on the internet but nigga
In the streets you like Richard Simmons
My money long and my passport got
More stamps then a nigga mail
It ain't a problem if I
Catch a body then I'm
Heading over seas I'll never
See a sail nigga! MAFIA
GANG!

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