Kyle - Ready (Live) lyrics
[Kyle - Ready Live lyrics]
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
See, I met another broad named Keisha
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
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
Its creeps on you, I told you I’m a lyricist
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
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
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
See, I met another broad named Keisha
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
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
Its creeps on you, I told you I’m a lyricist
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
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