Lyrics:
a lie she can't live
Have you noticed how she runs to the window
Every time a blue car passes by me
Have you seen her twist your ring on her finger
fucking finger
Let that shit linger
Imma finna treat her like she a fucking singer
Make her hit a high note
And I swear to God like my hand on the fucking
ay)
Stop that drink up, lock that linkup
Just by the flick of my finger
Big batty gyal, locked Insta
Wray in her cup now she wants some mixup
Back your
of straw and
patient animals standing around. The mother nods by the side
of the child. Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees
them, shrieks
bringing home dollars
She like diamonds whole hand shining
Ring finger dripping that water
Bank account getting slaughtered
Can't tell her shit nothing I
on says Pearl
I'll grind his fingers off his hands he'll roll until he drops
Says Calistog I'll smoke that chick till she blows up and pops
So they rent
demands a smoke off!â?? "Well, bring him on!" says Pearl,
"I'll grind his fingers off his hands, he'll roll until he drops!"
Says Calistog, "I'll smoke
father give you away
To a real man I gently put the ring on your hand
Do we vow to stay faithful? Do more than try to
Now look me in my eyes and say i
on rice its the day your father give you away
To a real man I gently put the ring on your hand
Do we vow to stay faithful? Do more than try to
Now look
Priest at least twelve times in the chest
Spin-t around, shot the chink in the breast
She cryin, headshots put her to rest
Pop open the briefcases, nothin
Eyes red lips dry nigga bloodshed
Satisfy always high nigga enough said
Intensify more love nigga mislead
By beauty her charm nigga been dead
Shots
thought I had a
Chance to be your man
Until I seen the video with
The ring on your hand it hurt me so
I just bought the Sasha Fierce CD
Gazed at the cover
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
Distilled through her warm hands
It was sour, thick and bittersweet
Tasting so full and round
And after, she could use what's left
To fertilize the ground
It was his wife in the picture on his side,
With the ring on her finger on the week that she died,
As he looked in the reflection at those eyes so red,
didn't pick up
Guess she was gettin her clit eat up
I let it ring a whole bunch of times before I hung up
No mind I just finished diggin her out
Wit my
Breezers
I've had to keep her in the freezer
A freshly sharpened knife with a shiny blade
Holding the stump of her hand pretending to wave
Popped her eyes
on a merry-go-round
And no one grabs a brass ring
Every time but she don't mind
(No I don't mind)
She wears a gold ring on
Her finger and it's mine
visible, she got a few bodies it's okay that she be liberal, I beat her pussy, that's the only time I'm being physical.
cn ugly bitch can ring my phone but
With
[Spoken in falsetto and possibly with female backups] "Rings on her fingers and
Bells on her toes and a bone in her nose ho, ho."
[Spoken]
a row, that's just a game
Big rings in a row all down my fingers
I can't even hold my baggage claim
Tryna snatch you home, my Lithuania
Pass, do you
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
by carats or price
But by this paperclip ring our love's device
Paperclip ring on her finger it clings
A circle of love and the joy it brings
More
I'm single
It's go stay that way til a nigga put a ring on my finger
Time and time again I told myself to stay calm
But time and time again you wouldn't
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