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Correct Don't Forget Ya Ring Lyrics
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I must be livin' on a river called stupid 'cause the flow is dump Ice on blizzard, nigga, I'ma walking cold front Pretty woman wit me wit this swole dunk All she do is roll blunts; she on't smoke 'em, doe Ass-clappin' fantastical, just like after I closed the show Applaud, baby, y'all may be knowin' 'bout this pro hoe Na' I mean, son? Like New York niggas Bothers them I may have fathered them Child support Trigga! Really, I understand why niggas mad at me Seem like all the women throw the ass at me Sorry, but you really I ain't no, doe Doing what I want Yea, I'm doing what you can't, hoe Everything I am is everything you ain't, doe When I'm witcha girl, I'ma tell you everything you ain't know She jump up on this pole, swing around; do ya thang girl And when she leave I say, don't forget ya ring, girl Don't forget ya ring Don't forget ya ring Don't forget ya ring Don't forget ya ring She jump up on this pole, swing around; do ya thang girl And when you leave, baby, don't forget ya ring, girl No disrespect to you husbands When I lay up wit ya woman We don't be kissin' and snugglin' She just be lickin' and suckin' I put the dick in, like fuck it! You know what it is You know what we did But, shit, don't come to my crib I don't allow that Bring that snowplow back I got some mo' ice, I need some liquor Where the Loud at? If life is just a beach; this where alotta niggas drown at Nah, this ain't no circus, but I show you where the clowns at Yeah, they over there Over here in this section, we fresher than a newborn cut out a C-Section Yes, man That's what you got around you Lost my fuckin' mind They break it down, and what I found; ooo Trigga world-renowned Who woulda predicted this? I'm the illest shit that hit the muhfuckin' mic Mc, cut the Lytes Salt wit tha pepper; black and white What could be better, right? She tell me 'push it, push it, baby' My lil Spinderella I got wine in the cellar I got bank, I'm no teller If I bang, then, don't tell ya friend, Unless she tryna get it in Losers, I'm sure to win Put that code in again Still, I'm gone in the wind I'm just f ya lady friend Haha! Really, I understand why niggas mad at me (I get it!) Seem like all the women throw the ass at me Sorry, but you really I ain't no, doe (I apologize) Doing what I want Yea, I'm doing what you can't, hoe (C'mooooon) Everything I am is everything you ain't, doe When I'm witcha girl, I'ma tell you everything you ain't know She jump up on this pole, swing around; do ya thang girl And when she leave I say, don't forget ya ring, girl (Don't forget that ring!) Don't forget ya ring Don't forget ya ring Don't forget ya ring Don't forget ya ring She jump up on this pole, swing around; do ya thang girl (That's some fucked up shit to say, right?) And when you leave, baby, don't forget ya ring, girl Aye, look, real life, doe I tell her because I don't wanna, you know, call her out "Aye, look. I left something there. Won't you look by the dresser. I wanna know if..." Nah, I ain't got time for that shit, baby Take that shit witchu... Please
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