KETAMINE
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Yu na ready
Let mi show yu o yu deal wid ih
Yu na ready
Yu na ready
He study my style
Study my style
Study my style
Study my style
Study my style
Study my style
Study my style
He study my style
Study my style
Study my style
Study my style
You ready?
All that huffing and puffing you doing
you better start using your mouth boy
We shake up the house when we doing our rounds
neighbours saying, we getting too loud
I do it, no hands, give a steady applause
Yeah, he tell me he loving the sound
He love that I'm pretty and brown
He say that I'm making him proud
He ready for action, he setting up blows
Who want it, let's run it, let's go
(Oh, don't run now)
(Yu na ready)
This hitta don't miss, so I keep him in tow
He like my tone when I talk back
He sort of a freak, so he suck on my toes
Made his ear ring when I screw back
Kiss him real slow when I'm ready to jet
I might just call it a comeback
I might just call it a comeback
Imma just call him to come back
(Ayo block me back haha)
Take that pack out your back when you sending for me
Get to calling your deen for a prayer
Ran her mouth for the rock, so I gave her the chop
Now she leaning far back in the chair
She cryin' like " this wasn't fair" (aww)
Ain't giving no handouts in here (haha)
I'm too out of pocket, you dollied your pardon
Now shut up and pick up your ear (h*e)
He studied my style and paid for it
He studied my style and paid for it
He studied my style and paid for it
He studied my style and paid for it
It's tough
We studied that, we ain't paying for it
They weren't built like us, they were never made for it
(Huh huh)
Pay for it
Talk sh*t getting paid for
My dogs ain't going tame for this
I'm deep in it, back angle switch
Yeah, yeah
Straight offthe block just like cheese
Two phones like Babe Hakeem
Backstroke, make her hit high C's
Tell me, baby, do you know what it means
Come on baby, let me do what I need
(Huh Huh)
Do it on beat, I'ma hit high speed
She gon' curl her feet
Leave your n***a, let's repopulate
Chase this money, got the time today
Did the dash, n***a, ándale
Said she free, so I'm on my way
She want D, we don't complicate
They like me, they can't replicate
I do my thing, I can't educate
So I suck on his d*ck, then I kiss on his lip
Then he rub on his tip, and I'm wettin' in his lip
And he ready to dip, yeah, he ready to sip
And I do it so well, make him walk with a limp like
(uh-uh-uh-uh-uh)
He love my style when I get a little drunk
(Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh)
He love that thing I do with my tongue
(Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh)
Silly fraud, I ain't buying that energy
Silly hoe must be high off that Fetamine
Stupid boy must be high off that Ketamine
(High off that ketamine)
He studied my style and paid for it
(That's tough)
He studied my style and paid for it
He studied my style and paid for it
They f*cked around, now they paying for it
(Paying for it, paying for it)
F*cked around, now they paying for it