You Ain't Ready

[Verse 1: SiR]

Maybe I should apologize

Cause I ain't gonna apologize when I

Get you alone

Put my hands on you like a champ in the ring

Hit a home run every time I swing

Batter up Batter up

Baby throw it back

Cause when I tap

You gon' see why I'm king

[Pre-Hook: SiR]

My only aim is to please you

Show you how much I need you

Crazy how she could be

My mama told me not to fall for a Libra

But here we are in your bedroom

Trying to keep these clothes on

Damn your body's so soft

[Chrous: SiR]

Ahhhh

You ain't ready (For)

For my (whoop)

And Imma make sure you had enough

You had enough baby

And Imma make sure you had enough

You had enough

Ahhhh

You ain't ready (For)

For my (whoop)

And Imma make sure you had enough

You had enough baby

And Imma make sure you had enough

You had enough

[Verse 2: SiR]

Better believe that

Cause when I tell you I need that

Girl, I really mean that

Glad to be back

Last time left me feenin

Now I'm ready to relapse

Give me three claps

Shake, shake it for me girl

Don't wanna wait for a ting girl

What you bring girl

Come from a dream girl

Make me wanna sing girl

[Pre-Hook: SiR]

My only aim is to please you

Show you how much I need you

Crazy how she could be

My mama told me not to fall for a Libra

But here we are in your bedroom

Trying to keep these clothes on

Damn your body's so soft

[Chrous: SiR]

Ahhhh

You ain't ready (For)

For my (whoop)

And Imma make sure you had enough

You had enough baby

And Imma make sure you had enough

You had enough

Ahhhh

You ain't ready (For)

For my (whoop)

And Imma make sure you had enough

You had enough baby

And Imma make sure you had enough

You had enough

[Verse 3: D'Smoke]

They say real ones are hard to find

Smoke, get you high like Kilimanjaro

We can get it in all night 'til tomorrow

Swear you can have it all

So why borrow?

Sip a little liquor

If you're parched, let's relax

Lay down

Tryna grip on the arch in your back

Insinuate your curves

And baby you got nerve

Saying you gon throw it back

Go long for the catch

I will, I promise

Body frame make a lame pay homage

Must be your birthday

I want it the worst way

Baby Imma cut the cake, do the honors

I wanna see your brain, cause your man went to college

In the classroom or the womb, I'm a scholar

Killer put the pussy in a tomb or a coffin

Baby we can do this often, yeah

[Chrous: SiR]

Ahhhh

You ain't ready (For)

For my (whoop)

And Imma make sure you had enough

You had enough baby

And Imma make sure you had enough

You had enough

Ahhhh

You ain't ready (For)

For my (whoop)

And Imma make sure you had enough

You had enough baby

And Imma make sure you had enough

You had enough