juicy j, wiz khalifa & tm88 - cell ready lyrics
(intro)
man this volcano bag get you high as f-ck
yo tm, you know what i’m saying mane, its time man you know
finna get the whole world high man
let them feel these side effects
this sh-t finna be deadly bruh
[hook: juicy j]
f-ck with my fam, this sh-t gon’ get deadly
they gon’ have to get my cell ready
play with my paper, this sh-t gon’ get deadly
they gon’ have to get my cell ready
short me on my dope, this sh-t gon’ get deadly
they gon’ have to get my cell ready
f-ck with one of my n-ggas, this sh-t gon’ get deadly
they gon’ have to get my cell ready
[verse 1: juicy j & wiz khalifa]
what these n-ggas on,, hand me my chrome
goin back to sn-tching n-ggas out they cadillac and send them home
smoke em’ like a bong, then its back to counting money when i’m stoned
or i send a hit through the phone and my dudes will come get you and they’ll never leave you alone
my n-ggas official like refs with a whistle, i just make one call back to top off your dome
off with your head, b-tch i’m a king i got shooters with 2’s protecting my throne
one shot then you gone, you should’ve known. i’m a real n-gga i cannot be cloned
i’m filthy rich still don’t let a penny go
i be up all night like i’m -rs-nio
freaky b-tches take the d-ck in any whole
now they famous cause they in my video
who you foolin’ i don’t buy
i don’t judge i just go off vibes
when i touch the sky then hop in this ride
taylor gang n-gga we don’t die
this world is mine i delete you guys
we all tryna eat we don’t need your kind
and get that cash but family first
be prepared to grind n-gga put in work
f-ck n-gga what would you do for this ice
you think its really worth losing your life
how bad you want stripes, my young n-ggas k!llers
if i give the word then they smashing you n-ggas
bunch of youngins’ coming from a broken home
slanging rock n roll but ain’t no rolling stone
streets welcome n-ggas in with open arms
if i catch the charge i’m a post a bond
you god d-mn right i’m a certified boss i can cut the check or i can cut your throat
put you on the table tag on your toe smoking weed till’ i overdose
you don’t want beef you ain’t thinking clear. i’m too busy tryna make a f-cking village
dripping more cheese then a chicken philly, pittsburgh n-ggas really bout they business
i got n-ggas with me don’t got any feelings
they just really wit it, they just into k!lling
hard as h-ll on the internet but n-gga in the streets you like richard simmons
my money long and my p-ssport got more stamps then a n-gga mail
it ain’t a problem if i catch a body then i’m heading over seas i’ll never see a sail n-gga!
mafia
gang!
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