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You Ain't Ready

SiR feat. D Smoke
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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 everytime I swing Batter up batter up Baby throw it back Cause when I attack 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 Ahhhh You ain't ready (for) For my (whoop) And I'mma make sure you had enough You had enough baby And I'mma make sure you had enough You had enough Ahhhh You ain't ready (for) For my (whoop) And I'mma make sure you had enough You had enough baby And I'mma make sure you had enough You had enough Better believe that When I say that 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 thing 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 Ahhhh You ain't ready (for) For my (whoop) And I'mma make sure you had enough You had enough baby And I'mma make sure you had enough You had enough Ahhhh You ain't ready (for) For my (whoop) And I'mma make sure you had enough You had enough baby And I'mma 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 'till 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 Insituate your curves And baby you got nerves 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 in the worst way Baby I'mma 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 Ahhhh You ain't ready (for) For my (whoop) And I'mma make sure you had enough You had enough baby And I'mma make sure you had enough You had enough Ahhhh You ain't ready (for) For my (whoop) And I'mma make sure you had enough You had enough baby And I'mma make sure you had enough You had enough