Yall Ain't Ready (feat. May.zoh) - Lil Hittaa

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 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 Ah you ain't ready (For) For my (whoop) And I'mma make sure you had enough You had enough baby And I'mma make sure you had enough You had enough Ah, you ain't ready (For) For my (whoop) And I'mma make sure you had enough You had enough baby And I'mma make sure you had enough You had enough 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 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 Ah you ain't ready (For) For my (whoop) And I'mma make sure you had enough You had enough baby And I'mma make sure you had enough You had enough Ah, you ain't ready (For) For my (whoop) And I'mma make sure you had enough You had enough baby And I'mma make sure you had enough You had enough 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 I'mma 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 Ah you ain't ready (For) For my (whoop) And I'mma make sure you had enough You had enough baby And I'mma make sure you had enough You had enough Ah, you ain't ready (For) For my (whoop) And I'mma make sure you had enough You had enough baby And I'mma make sure you had enough You had enough