Lyrics:
the grass green every time
But she don't mind
She wears a gold ring on her finger
And I'm so glad that its mine
She wears a gold ring on her finger
When you called my name, called my name
Can you hear the flames just calling out my name
Ring on my finger for her to remember
Feelings linger were
walk
And then she hit that hair flip
I mesmerize by them thighs
And them lips i could kiss
We can dip or take a trip and have her flossin in the dip
Type
crackin over here"
She put my hand on her booty
And her jiggle make me woozy
Now we bout to made a movie
In the club, goin' stupid
You know you like
wanna do it)
She wanna stunt like Rihanna
Cut her hair, tat her body, keep it thug in her life, this why I always keep her by me (Yeah)
Every time she
On the edge of the new, leaving all that you own
You take the plunge, venturing alone
With the keys at your fingers, a pen in your hand
It's all that
it all in my mind
The way she loved me all the time
Ring, ring, you ain't nothin' but a thing
Yesterday we used to hold her
Little band of gold with
One man, honcho truck load, ammo
All black, suit and tie, don't move in camo
Gloves on, no Evie
Trigger finger forever ready
One man, one machete
Out
couldn’t help it. It wasn’t her, really… she was just a vessel driven by the worm––this wicked fucking disease.
You are defined by your trauma. You are
""She's waiting by the crossroads Where the locust sing Waiting for the black hand To tune her violin string Tune it down low She waits for the hand
He could buy her some time and she could make it out alive
Turn the suit around and got prepared for the stand off
Space mind had blew one of the hands
Her fingers feel so gentle with her hand in mine
Her hair feels like silk on my arm
Her lips tell me so tenderly she's mine alone
Until we part
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
Priest at least 12 times in the chest
Spint around, shot the chick in the breast
She cryin', headshots put her to rest
Pop open the briefcases, nothin' but
gon be
Okay then squeeze her hand
Then I make her feel younger
Than Peter Pan nigga
I done went blind on they ass
Come your fine ass here I
Get behind
take her
Put a ring up on her finger
By the next week i forgot what I said
Bridge
Now she thinks i’m full of it
I’m thinking of all the things that
I
Amy's got the letters I wrote
My picture in a frame
She's had a year to let go
She still wearing my ring
It hasn't left her finger since
Amy's got the letters I wrote
My picture in a frame
She's had a year to let go
She still wearing my ring
It hasn't left her finger since
Reach right over and rub your leg
I let my hand slide between your miniskirt
Slip my finger in your panties, straight go to work
What time is it, don't
love
So I told her don’t repeat it
I know you losing time
And you seeing all yo best friends
Rings on their finger
And garages when they drive in
to her I said hello
She said: "Hey, you're kind of cute" I said: "Yes, I know, but...
By the way, sweetheart, what's your name?"
She said: "My friends
rides me it feels like a different lane
Dirty as a D but her friend kept it clean
Now her ring finger got a motherfucking crystal stain
Crazy how it
if she want ring it
And she want a ring on her finger
She see the whole team be stunting
Feel like the Ringling Niggas
Swallow my kids up
You're moving
the wonderful things that you and I can do
I popped some cash and in a little bit of time
I showed some cash and the girl was mine
I took her over town I wined
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