Doggy`s Angels F- Latoya Williams Baby If You`re Ready Lyrics

Baby If You`re Ready Lyrics

(Chorus) 

 Oh, baby if you're ready I can give u what u looking for (I guarantee once u
stay with me you'll want no more) 

 And baby if u want it u can get it once we close the door ooohhhh 

 (Verse 1) 

 You know there's something about rolling with a G like u 

 Khaki's french braids rep the bo' keepin' it true 

 In the gs when u see us we on dubs 

 Any bs that wanna see us get on up 

 18's on the hand like u bang for years 

 Main bitch and i ain't switch bringing the tears 

 Hot bitch like ???? when u hit an appendix 

 His and her simmy's regulate the problems we finish 

 Taught me how to grind seperate my nickels from dubs 

 G with it wen u win it so i'm showin' 

 u love 

 Had to check a broad yesterday for grilling u down 

 Shut it down quick cause they wannna see these rounds 

 Any beef u got trust we gon' eat it together 

 Hold it down in the hood while i get this cheddar 

 Whether it's all grits or gravy yo we ready to tango 

 It's all G heavenly so u labeling me yo' angel 

 

 (Chorus) 

 (verse 2) 

 You know u chose the best when u singled me out 

 I got these catzy close range 

 I'm contageous to these lames with broke game 

 It's time to kill game 

 I feel yo' pain 

 They wanna stretch you for some change 

 Never worry boo i'm not gon' change 

 It's gon' still feel the same 

 Beside's you said u done with them games 

 It ain't no love lost 

 I hollered at yo' lawyer and I slid in them cards 

 Boss bitch and I could put that on the cross 

 I'mma bang for u 

 And we gon' pull through so when they release u 

 Out them bars we gon' look up at the stars 

 Notice the hood stars 

 They movin inside us together got them at war 

 And as for them broads u know the rules 

 It ain't a chicken alive that could walk in my shoes 

 I pay dues 

 They see the Bentley pull up brand new 

 What the fuck they better get on the bus 

 Remember them dreams about the house up on the hill 

 Spendin' a bottle quarter meal 

 

 (chorus) 

 

 (Verse 2) 

 I got a fetish for thugs 

 Rugged with mean mugs 

 When he lonely he phone me to please him 

 Jeans saggin for size twelves like aw damn 

 As he unclothed my mind froze like aw man 

 Underestimate it but so anxious just to fade it 

 Call it how i see it shoot the game i'm trying to play it 

 (backround) 

 To flippin' ye and choppin' bricks 

 (it figure's beyond six) 

 In and out inconcerated 

 Departed and used to hate it 

 Couldn't wait till u hit the gate to get active x rated 

 You're type is what i'm diggin got superb obsulete 

 Plans to curb on the sneek 

 Swing superb and unique 

 Keep it pimpin' and tight 

 Addicted like all night 

 8 inches 6 pack dig that it's all right 

 That G or a Gotti ex sperm like opium 

 He a straight trophy and grip tight i'm holdin him 

 chorus.....