I’m Ready for You lyrics

[Intro]

Hello? Yeah, yeah

Hey, how's it going? (How you feel?)

My name is Young Tiller, Bryson, Pen Griffey

You could call me whatever

I still want you bad as ever

[Verse 1]

And I know you know this already

'Cause you been that **** already

You don't wanna hear shit, now let me

Tell you, you're top of my list, I'm ready

You smile, but I'm dead serious, so I'm ready

I'm down, just tell me if you with it, I'm ready

I said it three times but don't forget it, I'm ready

You, you know you impress me, girl

[Chorus]

Yeah, I see you in them pictures and you flossin' and shit, huh?

Had to get to know you better, tell me how your ex-nigga really took a loss with this shit, huh?

Guess he gotta step, I'll show you better

Step outside the vehicle in heels, got 'em pausin' and shit (Yeah)

Dancin', love it when you start with the hips

And it taste like cherry lip gloss on your lips, ayy

Date night, girl, let's get it poppin'

It start with the hate, right?

You like how I'm talkin' and shit, huh?

And your nigga don't be talkin' 'bout shit

That's the difference, yeah, he met me, yeah, I'm broad with the shit, huh?

Plus I walk how I'm talkin' and shit, huh?

Friends so protective, they all with the shit, huh?

They be like, "Why they all say the shit?", huh

Have shawty straight just as long as you with me

When you ready for me, be like, "Baby, come get me"

[Verse 2]

Imagine, have a night out in Paris

Fall and winter romances

Baby, if I got it, swear to God you can have it

If you took a chance on me, girl, you would see that

I'm an everything man

I don't play no games when it comes to you

Don't have to leave, I will come to you

I left as soon as I saw you

[Chorus]

Post up them pictures of you flossin' and shit, huh?

I just had to get to know you better, tell me how your ex-nigga really took a loss with this shit, huh?

Guess he gotta step, I'll show you better

Step outside the vehicle in heels, got 'em pausin' and shit

Dancin', love it when you start with the hips

Taste like cherry lip gloss on your lips, ayy

Date night, girl, let's get it poppin'

It start with the hate, right?

You like how I'm talkin' and shit, huh?

And your nigga don't be talkin' 'bout shit

That's the difference, yeah, he met me, yeah, I'm broad with the shit, huh?

Plus I walk how I'm talkin' and shit, huh?

Friends so protective, they all with the shit, huh?

They be like, "Why they all say the shit?", huh

Just as long as you

When you ready for me, be like, "Baby, come get me"

[Outro]

Tell me, is you with it? I'm ready

I said it, I know you don't forget it, I'm ready