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migos - we ready (remix) lyrics

[intro: soulja boy + (migos)]
(yah)
(migo)
(free offset)
we ready, we ready
rich gang, soulja boy, turn up, soulja

[chorus 1: soulja boy]
s-o-u-l-j-a b-o-y t-e-l-l-e-m we ready, we ready
she wanna l!ck the molly off of me
n-gga i be stuntin’ so hard, it’s no see me n-gga
s-o-u-l-j-a b-o-y t-e-l-l-e-m we ready
we ready, we ready
s-o-u-l-j-a b we ready, we ready, we ready
s-o-u-l-j-a b

[verse 1: soulja boy]
she say she wanna l!ck the molly off of me
i pull up in a what you call it
drop top cost $240
all the bad b-tches on me, n-gga get ’em off me
i be flexin’ in that new ‘rari
so much ice on my neck i don’t say sorry
you can see me from a mile away
young dre keep a tec and a throw away
hey bro, ain’t that right or what’s his name
hit the block in that fire flame
lil dre getting guap, confetti
sodmg rich gang

[chorus 2: soulja boy]
b-tch, we ready, we ready, we ready
s-o-u-l-j-a, b-tch we ready, we ready, we ready, we ready
b-tch we ready

[verse 2: quavo]
m-i-g-o g-a-n-g e-n-t, young rich n-gga, we ready
i’m spraying the glock like confetti
the bullets they humming they let it, my pockets are fat it’s on lettuce, she said it
pull up in that oakland raider drop audi
then i poof be gone like houdini driving
that’s the plug, drop the bricks, circ-mcise ’em
then i hit the pot with the pile driver

[chorus 2: soulja boy]
b-tch, we ready, we ready, we ready
s-o-u-l-j-a, b-tch we ready, we ready, we ready, we ready
b-tch we ready
b-tch, we ready, we ready, we ready
s-o-u-l-j-a, b-tch we ready, we ready, we ready, we ready
b-tch we ready

[verse 3: takeoff]
young rich n-gga, i call the plug, i’m finessing
i’m strapped up with the smith and wesson, i’m taking yo blessings
smoking a michael vick 7, preach to these n-ggas like reverends
no jason and freddy, i keep the machete
i’m taking a trip to quebec to go pick up that check
n-gga no ups but he mail it, wrap that b-tch up and i scale it
stand on the block and i sale it, selling more dope than them n-ggas in belly
the n-ggas after me, i’m makaveli
she popping the molly, she rollin’ like kelly, she sweating
she can’t stop touching and talking and feeling on me
all this jewelry on me, it’s kinda hard to see
migo gang ent!

[chorus 2: soulja boy]
b-tch, we ready, we ready, we ready
s-o-u-l-j-a, b-tch we ready, we ready, we ready, we ready
b-tch we ready

- migos lyrics

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