SiR, D Smoke - You Ain't Ready lyrics

[SiR, D Smoke - You Ain't Ready lyrics]

Maybe I should apologize
Cause I ain't gonna apologize when I
Get you alone
Put my hands on you like a champ in the ring
Hit a home run every time I swing
Batter up Batter up baby throw it back
Cause when I tap you gon' see why I'm king
My only aim is to please you
Show you how much I need you
Crazy how she could be
My mama told me not to fall for a Libra
But here we are in your bedroom
Trying to keep these clothes on
Damn your body's so soft

Ahh you ain't ready (For)
For my (whoop)
And Imma make sure you had enough
You had enough baby
And Imma make sure you had enough
You had enough ahh


You ain't ready (For) for my (whoop)
And Imma make sure you had enough
You had enough baby
And Imma make sure you had enough
You had enough

Better believe that
Cause when I tell you I need that
Girl, I really mean that glad to be back
Last time left me feenin
Now I'm ready to relapse give me three claps
Shake, shake it for me girl
Don't wanna wait for a ting girl
What you bring girl come from a dream girl
Make me wanna sing girl

My only aim is to please you
Show you how much I need you
Crazy how she could be
My mama told me not to fall for a Libra
But here we are in your bedroom
Trying to keep these clothes on
Damn your body's so soft

Ahh you ain't ready (For)
For my (whoop)
And Imma make sure you had enough
You had enough baby
And Imma make sure you had enough
You had enough ahh
You ain't ready (For) for my (whoop)
And Imma make sure you had enough
You had enough baby
And Imma make sure you had enough
You had enough

They say real ones are hard to find
Smoke, get you high like Kilimanjaro
We can get it in all night 'til tomorrow
Swear you can have it all so why borrow?
Sip a little liquor
If you're parched, let's relax lay down
Tryna grip on the arch in your back
Insinuate your curves and baby you got nerve
Saying you gon throw it back
Go long for the catch i will, I promise
Body frame make a lame pay homage
Must be your birthday
I want it the worst way
Baby Imma cut the cake, do the honors
I wanna see your brain
Cause your man went to college
In the classroom or the womb, I'm a scholar
Killer put the pussy in a tomb or a coffin
Baby we can do this often, yeah

Ahh you ain't ready (For)
For my (whoop)
And Imma make sure you had enough
You had enough baby
And Imma make sure you had enough
You had enough ahh
You ain't ready (For) for my (whoop)
And Imma make sure you had enough
You had enough baby
And Imma make sure you had enough
You had enough

Interpretation for


Add Interpretation

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #
Interpret