Lyrics:
Ring Game by Razor B
Intro
Tips is a out
Tips is a out
Tips is a out
Tips is a out
1st verse
Tips is a out and cock up is a 10
Ring a ring
Ring Game by Razor B
Intro
Tips is a out
Tips is a out
Tips is a out
Tips is a out
1st verse
Tips is a out and cock up is a 10
Ring a ring
never heard of ya
Momma's boy from West Suburbia
You don't belong 'round here so what you doing
Keep persuin my crew and get ruined, screw 'em
Run round the C be hitting licks (Yeah yeah)
Run round the C be hitting licks (Yeah yeah)
She told me just hit her on FaceTime
I told her pull up don't
Should’ve known they’d be talking bout me haters always talkin bout me on my dick
Pulling up get to flossing on em all they bitches crowding round us
one shot to love you all night long
Yessir, Robin Thicke
So you sayin' you ain't from 'round here
I can tell by your accent, dear
You got
or three days later
My styles more dangerous than wrestling alligators
In shark infested water by yourself late at night
So if you’re having second thoughts
We gon' let the band deal with this
Ha ha, mmm-hmm
M-I-A Style, heh, old school
Uh hah
Okay, shut up!
Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!
Ridin
whole styles up, I stuck to my guns
In one drag I'm blowing ‘bout 7 O's
Life's a b****, I had to 69 the h**
Tryna hit a lick in hopes a n**** might be
Ughh ughh yeah
This is Beanie Seigel
That Philly cat playin' wit that silly rap
Put your weight up not your hate up niggas
You know how you
back to back
With forklift
Look at my eyes man I'm up next
I rise up just to be the damn best
No flex nigga I'm that bless
Don't come round here with
When I wake up in my own pink world
I get up out of bed and wave to my homegirls
Hey, Barbie (hey), she's so cool
All dolled up, just playin'
How 'bout now?
Mhmm how 'bout now, shorty fell in love with my style
Before I never seen you come 'round
Tell me how 'bout now, baby girl how 'bout
neck
Second, she passed I was like, "What's up?"
To which she replied, "How you doin'?"
I said, "De nada mama"
But your beauty I'm persuin'
And I
paradox (pair of docks) on the croc that's a Tiny fit
Tiny fit
My fingers will feel you they textile
Throw up the hands y'all know I got the best style
I
to Joe
I couldn't tell ya how now
One of his verses go
Seen Styles and Sheek out, doin promo
I was like "What Up?" and
They was like "Uh-Oh!"
I ain't just
character strapped with the sounds profound
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone
(Turn up) profile so wild (yeah)
That fire, no doubt (Uh)
They heard it, broke out
Don't bring yo fuck-ass 'round (Never)
My clique don't never back down
out
Truth be you like my style
Bitch eat yo doubt
Gone head
Go and sit down
This is legends' work
And I'm going rounds
Got the torch going
For the black
I gotta build a name, peep as I go by
Looking hella slick, picking up these girls
Style hella sick, treat em like they’re pearls
Headed to the club,
quicker
Goin' down by the second round
All hail the underground
How that sound? Xzibit backin'
Down from a conflict
Nothin' but nonsense and terrorists
Keep
the style
When she walks in the room heads turn for miles
She's got the brains, she's got the game
Hustling hard building her own name
So fine I want to give
of these bullshit guys
They best go, hide 'coz I'm lookin' for 'em on the sly
'Coz I've had it up to here, right up to here
Might ave to do it reservoir
doggie style to this instrumental
Hands up, all up inside ya, hell I can stand ya
Eyes open I don't plan to bust, just hold on
Baby let me zone in,
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