Lyrics:
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
hard she tried
She had a ring on her finger and time on her hands
The woman in her needed the warmth of a man
The gold turned cold in her wedding band
split
I grabbed you by the hand, he didn't understand
But I stepped off the scene just knowing I was the man
We enjoyed the date, also the night
Then I
eyes!
(They are almost touching she
Looks coldly into his
Face he puts the ring in her hand)
This haunted face holds no horror
For me now it's in your
the morrow, when he spoke.
Then first since Enoch's golden ring had girt
Her finger, Annie fought against his will:
Yet not with brawling opposition she,
But
your hand
Well she is the mother of your child and the lady in your life
With the ring upon her finger represents that she is your wife
Why you want
home next day, a lady, with a ring upon her hand
Mama told me how the fever took him when I was barely five
But I can remember him pitchin' me up
though hell should bar the way"
She twisted her hands behind her, but all the knots held good
But she writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with
much, Jimmy Iovine for the check
I've got a black woman fine as she can be
Fefe with a ring on her finger that could give sight to the blind
A 5, a 10,
He sounded disappointed "I hope not
" he prayed to himself he stared at her
Fly for a long time then slowly
He reached out and touched the Y
Formed by
stands with a stolen rose
Rings for her fingers and a kiss for her nose
And will have music wherever she goes
The lady wears the best perfume
Takes
cheap dinner
Queen with an attitude got some Angel Reese in her
But she ain't ever pointing at her ring finger
Ass to the grass when she squat looking
her crack
By the time her Yoni is seized
She's thoroughly soaked
I slow stroke
My tongue
Along her swollen lips
Going from her clit
Right up
ring 'til I don't feel my fingers, lil' bitch, pew
Chicken pox on my trigger finger how my trigger finger still itch, pew
Copped three watches
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
cursed
By the keenest urge, the sweetest taste for her blood
And when they had slain men worthy of the sword
She had ravaged them with her hands
Indulging
business
Bang Bang God dammit
I gotta hand it to ya shawty
Way ya moving girl ya doing outstanding
Bang Bang
Ima let her do her thing
If she wanna try
dear God, make him go away. Please! Make him go away!"
She could feel her hand, again, inside his mouth but this time not biting, but pulling
She dared
just wanna fall in love again
Stacks on
One day I ran into this cutie
Pretty toes, huge booty
Diamond on her ring finger
Still she tryin'
her laughter
That funny little girl
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my
her laughter
That funny little girl
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my
her laughter
That funny little girl
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my
is
Tiffany's her name, love is the game
And the only way to play is with this promise ring
Sometimes a girl needs to know that she's
Appreciated for
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