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Cypher Clique I Wasn't Ready

[Hook: Mic Anthony]
Hey girl, I wasn't ready at all
I was taking just you down, but now I take you malls
Right now I guess it's your call n shit
I guess I'll buy all of it
Because it's the fall n shit
You run my credit up
I was just better single
But here's another c note
She want that money, think I'm movie star like Al Pacino
That's what we do for love
That's what we do for lust
That's we for _
That's what we do for us
[Verse 1: Relay]
Bad broad from the bay wants to come and play
With a g to make moves like a runaway
Slim thick, so fleek with the custom lay
Fenty, telfair, she's the one to slay
Aye…we can hit a boutique
Get some clothes, snеaks, while we blow trees
Wanting me to trick, rubbing on my obliquеs
But Baby slow down, you is just the homie
Uh…shorty begging me to do some bag shopping
Tag popping, making such a scene, and got the fans watchin'
Steady Doing mad plottin' looking as my tab's stopping
Girl you Better get in where you fit in cause I have options
I'm talking brown or yellow…far from loud but mellow
And knows my presence is a gift so every hours special
Treats a brother like a king, this lady got potential
She keep it confidential and only continental
When we rolling state to state I know she got the rental
And at the gallery department only cop's essentials
My super fly thing, never my side thing
My down to ride thing, my all the time thing

[Hook: Mic Anthony]
Hey girl, I wasn't ready at all
I was taking just you down, but now I take you malls
Right now I guess it's your call n shit
I guess I'll buy all of it
Because it's the fall n shit
You run my credit up
I was just better single
But here's another c note
She want that money, think I'm movie star like Al Pacino
That's what we lol love
That's what we do for lust
That's we for _
That's what we do for us
[Verse 2: James Major]
She wanna chill with a boss
You can hand me the bill what It cost?
She know I'm the kid with the sauce
We ball, got skills on the court
And I got her addicted
Come through on the late night drinks we can mix it
And she doing my dishes
You all confused why your shorty is missing
And I bet niggas hearing this
Still fly when I rock generic shit
And I do it at will like inheritance
I'm a single man, we can share the bitch
Cause I don't care about that, I'm focused on taking off
Tryna get a new spot, laid up in a loft
Some place where the sheets are satin
Bout time, what the peoples asking
Make a new song every week, and you know the beats are slapping
Courtesy of me, that's Major nigga with passion
White folks they think I'm trappin, just by the looks of the fashion
I hit the road, I give and go, I'm getting dough
These hating ass niggas don't fit the mold
My niggas make plays like a pick and roll
Same ones with Egos, fell off, they humble and mad
I may drop some gems, but never will fumble the bag


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