Bryson Tiller - I'm Ready For You

Hello? Yeah, yeah
Hey, how's it goin'?
How you feel?
My name is Young Tiller, Bryson, Pen Griffey
You could call me whatever
I still want you bad as ever

And I know you know this already
'Cause you been that bitch 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 that 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

Yeah, I see you in them pictures and you flossin' and shit, huh? (Yeah)
Had to get to know you better
Tell me how your ex-nigga really took a loss with this shit, huh? (That's to impress me, yeah)
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 (yeah)
Date night, girl, let's get it poppin'
It start with the hate, right? (Oh, yeah)
You like how I'm talkin' and shit, huh?
And your nigga don't be talkin' 'bout shit (oh, no, oh, no, no)
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? (Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah)
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"

Imagine (imagine), have a night out in Paris (Paris)
Fall and winter romances
Baby, if I got it (I got it), swear to God you can have it (swear to God you can have it)
If you took a chance on me girl, you would see that (you'll see)
I'm an everything man (I'm an everything)
I don't play no games when it comes to you (you)
Don't have to leave, I will come to you (you)
I left as soon as I saw you

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? (Oh, oh)
Guess he gotta step, I'll show you better
Step outside the vehicle in heels, got 'em pausin' and shit (yeah, ayy)
Dancin', love it when you start with the hips
Taste like cherry lip gloss on your lips (whenevr we can't stop, babe)
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? (I told you, you would see a difference)
Plus I walk how I'm talkin' and shit, huh? (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
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"

Tell me, is you with it? I'm ready
I said it, I know you don't forget it, I'm ready

Written by:
Bijan Amir, Bryson Tiller, Chris LaRocca, Devon Rhys Roberts, Dylan Ismael Teixeria, Jacob Wilkinson-Smith, Philip Anthony Coleman Jr.

Publisher:
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