U Ready Remix
SEUNGRI"U Ready Remix" is a song by SEUNGRI, released in 2010 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:34 long and contains 121 lines and 610 words.
Lyrics
0:02Is you ready
0:04What
0:07Oh boy
0:08Is you ready
0:09It ain't over baby
0:16VI
0:16Okey
0:16Six cents
0:17Is you ready
0:20We ready
0:21Is you ready
0:25We ready
0:26Let's go
0:28Is you ready
0:31Is you ready
0:32Is you ready
0:33We are we are
0:34Yea s don't move don't talk
0:36Don't even fckin' blink
0:37You could lead a horse to the water
0:39But you can't make me trace
0:40Two thousand and six and we are not grizzly
0:43I'm smelling like money you doin' a buck six
0:46We don't worry about paper we all gettin' rich
0:49Now big boy big toys
0:50Continents are whips now
0:52We're on another level s can't understand
0:54Screw a money clip
0:55I need a motherfckin' rubber band
0:57One hand on my cck the other on my dck
1:00And when I come to your strip
1:01Put a muzzle on your btch
1:03'Cause the flow is so sick
1:04I think I need a ID
1:06If I go back to jail
1:07Police might drive me
1:09Try me
1:10Is you ready
1:11I don't think you are
1:12And when you hop at the car
1:14You think you a super star
1:15But that's how stupid you is
1:17We ain't rappers we motherfckin stick up kick
1:20Me and my ni**a sick
1:21We like the next young gun
1:23And if you rap where you from
1:25Protect your fun
1:26'Cause when the beat come the storm be heavy
1:29Grenades in my sheddy
1:31Zhao li betty
1:32Is on
1:33The war
1:35Is sick
1:37No more
1:38For me
1:39For yall
1:40At all
1:42We all
1:44Back in this motherfcker and yall
1:46Like nothin' bunch of suckers
1:47Get back don't make me have to touch a
1:50What
1:50Click clack don't make me have to bush a
1:52I tolf ya I will crush ya
1:54I'm starting like a menace
1:55When I'm gone after the hassle lew you get it
1:58My arm will swing up hard anybody in my vision
2:01You're absolutely finished you diminished
2:03Like you in prison with no business
2:05Plus you getting hit in the shizzin'
2:07You upfrontin' 'bout you riches
2:08You ain't really got cash
2:09You don't really pop tags
2:11But you know how to spot fags
2:13I'm in the top class
2:14You fail and learn you barely earn
2:16Me I got money to burn
2:18It's none of ya concern
2:20What I'm doing what's my business
2:21'Cause if you know what I'm doing you will witness
2:24And you know I don't leave them behind
2:27Any s want drama
2:28Three at a time
2:30And if I catch ya body I'mma leave it behind
2:32Leave the deceased behind with a peace of mind
2:36Now that'll leave your mind in peace
2:38I'll bury his body hopefully they won't find it for weeks
2:41Zhao li betty
2:42Is on
2:43The war
2:44Is sick
2:46No more
2:47For me
2:49For yall
2:49At all
2:50We all
2:52Seems to me all these guys tryna be about they shine thing
2:56Me and all my grind gang
2:57Plus my tech nine ay
2:59They won't show go ahead and close the curtain on me
3:02Eighty gee sick of the
3:03I will show the hurt shirt
3:05Back up boy got a minute drained and we'll work nut
3:07And women soothe it up
3:08And me is bad is they some jerk shirt
3:12And I ain't scared
3:13I got psychic btches that put positive fives on my head
3:16My motherfckin' lunatic
3:18I'm weighing insane
3:19Move away from the clubs wrap my neck in a chain
3:22Take my brother and my uncle and put me to the game
3:24And choose a pick a seat
3:26Clicker stay away from these lanes
3:28Is on
3:29The war
3:31Is sick
3:32No more
3:32For me
3:33For yall
3:33At all
3:34We all
Is you ready What Oh boy Is you ready It ain't over baby VI Okey Six cents Is you ready We ready Is you ready We ready Let's go Is you ready Is you ready Is you ready We are we are Yea s don't move don't talk Don't even fckin' blink You could lead a horse to the water But you can't make me trace Two thousand and six and we are not grizzly I'm smelling like money you doin' a buck six We don't worry about paper we all gettin' rich Now big boy big toys Continents are whips now We're on another level s can't understand Screw a money clip I need a motherfckin' rubber band One hand on my cck the other on my dck And when I come to your strip Put a muzzle on your btch 'Cause the flow is so sick I think I need a ID If I go back to jail Police might drive me Try me Is you ready I don't think you are And when you hop at the car You think you a super star But that's how stupid you is We ain't rappers we motherfckin stick up kick Me and my ni**a sick We like the next young gun And if you rap where you from Protect your fun 'Cause when the beat come the storm be heavy Grenades in my sheddy Zhao li betty Is on The war Is sick No more For me For yall At all We all Back in this motherfcker and yall Like nothin' bunch of suckers Get back don't make me have to touch a What Click clack don't make me have to bush a I tolf ya I will crush ya I'm starting like a menace When I'm gone after the hassle lew you get it My arm will swing up hard anybody in my vision You're absolutely finished you diminished Like you in prison with no business Plus you getting hit in the shizzin' You upfrontin' 'bout you riches You ain't really got cash You don't really pop tags But you know how to spot fags I'm in the top class You fail and learn you barely earn Me I got money to burn It's none of ya concern What I'm doing what's my business 'Cause if you know what I'm doing you will witness And you know I don't leave them behind Any s want drama Three at a time And if I catch ya body I'mma leave it behind Leave the deceased behind with a peace of mind Now that'll leave your mind in peace I'll bury his body hopefully they won't find it for weeks Zhao li betty Is on The war Is sick No more For me For yall At all We all Seems to me all these guys tryna be about they shine thing Me and all my grind gang Plus my tech nine ay They won't show go ahead and close the curtain on me Eighty gee sick of the I will show the hurt shirt Back up boy got a minute drained and we'll work nut And women soothe it up And me is bad is they some jerk shirt And I ain't scared I got psychic btches that put positive fives on my head My motherfckin' lunatic I'm weighing insane Move away from the clubs wrap my neck in a chain Take my brother and my uncle and put me to the game And choose a pick a seat Clicker stay away from these lanes Is on The war Is sick No more For me For yall At all We all
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