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BOB lyrics : "Ready (ft. Future)"

[Intro: Future]
Apply major pressure my ^!$$%
You heard me?

[Hook: Future]
Money on my mind, plane taking off that %#@!
^!$$% got five different iPhone's only picking up for that grip

Any time they come around here ^!$$% we ain't gonna let up on you #~!!@
^!$$%s
We just get ready

We just get ready
Any time they come around here ^!$$% we ain't gonna let up on you #~!!@
^!$$%s

We just get ready
[Verse 1: B.o.B]
It's Ray Bans, and free bands, we getting money,

While you hating, we somewhere in our Abu Dhabi
With Arabians, and G5, where my posse at?
Its outrageous, on that good Jamaican

That's right I'm too faded, you two shaded
I'm too greedy with two ladies
Excellence im azuberated

I finna smash like two potatoes
I dont give a $#&@, not even two maybes
I turn up on ^!$$%s like rude a bands

I do it daily, I do it daily
That's my swag, you should pay me
Aint that the truth? this my whip aint that the coupe

Hustle Gang aint that the squad
That (*##$ actin' like you gotta prove
While they out here catchin feelings, I'mma catch a flight to ..

I just give her major pressure while she gave me major wooo
[Hook]
[Verse 2: B.o.B]

Okay
Anything they wanna do, hell yeah Im ready for it
Sexy (*##$ just throw that back, hell yeah she ready for it

They thought that the boy was stupid, now my %#@! they checkin' for it
And your girl she addicted to it, I think that ho need metaphor
All I heard is that boy a pop

All I heard is that boy a not
Top 5 on any list, but I moved up about five slots
Some pass one, high as $#&@

I don't see ^!$$% til I look down
Just turned my crib to the hookah spot
You are now welcome to the kush lounge

So miss my with that $#&@ery
Girl come here with that suckery
Ham squad Hustle Gang

That's that underground luxury
I dont mess with them fake type
I bet em all if it was up to me

Even if a (*##$ was a cashier, still never get a buck from me
[Hook]

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