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DJ KHALED FT. BIG KRIT, J. COLE & KENDRICK LAMAR lyrics : "They Ready"

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
And you know it don't stop
Grindin round that clock

Masterminding my second album
My first album just dropped
Scored a touchdown on my first down

^!$$%s thought I was gon' flop
See I hustle like my momma but I look just like my pops
And we still duckin cops

Ride round and take shots
Hennessy for my enemies
^!$$%s know I'm takin they spot

Cause that's Cole up on the play clock
Show just how I came from way back
Just like TIP told you ASAP but you ^!$$%s rappin like Aesop

Get a grip

Oh that's your dream car? ^!$$% that's my old whip

Oh that's your dream girl? ^!$$% that's my old (*##$
Oh that's your new flow? ^!$$% that's my old %#@!!
This that new KRIT %#@!, that Cole %#@!

Them country ^!$$%s
One for the money
Two for the show

Three for them hoes saying anything goes

They say they ready for whatever!

They say they ready for whatever..

I been around the world

Twice to be exact
Six bad (*##$es and they lapped up in the back
They say they ready for whatever!

They say they ready for whatever

[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]


Shawty look what we got
My bass beat & it knock

Got the old school in my old school
Bout to post up on yo block
Yo broad chose like she was supposed to and you up in arms cause she bopped

I hate to say it but I got to say that I wish that they would just stop
So $#&@ these haters, $#&@ these hoes that ain't slammin doors on they drop
Y'all ^!$$%s too young to remember how to ??? The beat but I'm not

So when it come to snappin Cadillac

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]

Hol' up, but don't forget about Compton ^!$$%
One for the money, two for the show, three for no limit and the rest for death row
That means I been bout it bout it and this is the realist %#@! I ever wrote

And if anyone ever doubt it then they are the loudest of liars I know
I only desire to blow, she only desire to blow
And I hope that my dick is a whistlely flute, and that's not the instrumental

Now pick up my coat, you let that mother$#&@er drag like RuPaul, I'll drag your $$# to the floor
(*##$, I can admit, I'm a recovered addict, Paraphernalia that is
Tellin the doctor I'm sick



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