Song parody of
Pinky Ring
by Ne-Yo
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I put thirty to Paris, that's my version of therapy
Givin' dough with no condition, like donatin' to charity
Still callin' my ex, man that shit is embarrassin'
But it's not my fault, she got that fire no kerosene
Mind gone, tap down on the coupe (skrrt)
I'm so sick of love songs, I just caught the flu
Even when I don't do no wrong, she think I do
So I'm just 'bout to turn what she think into the truth
You know I'm a singer, I can write a banger
And I'm dressed to kill
It's murder fresh out the hanger
I know that you know
I got the bag to blow
You better hope, I don't go savage mode
I feel like I'm back from retirement
I feel like I'm better than I ever been
Right back on the scene like it ain't a thing
She gave back the wedding ring
I turned to a pinky ring, yeah
Back single and I'm mingling (back single)
Spidey sense, back tingling (back tingling)
I do not feel bad, I gave her everything
Now it's onto better things
I put that there on everything
Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa
She gave back the wedding ring
I turned to a pinky ring
Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa
She gave back the wedding ring
I turned to a pinky ring
Big Bobby, yeah
Clip, hollies
Break bricks (break bricks), that karate
Checks in, like a lobby
Push weight, like a dolly
She gave me the ring, I'ma take the shit
Had to cut her off, she ain't makin' shit
Back up bitch, like I'm lookin' through the camera
Playin' with her pussy, make it flick like a channel
Oh you actin' nice?, You must want somethin'
Tryna play a nigga, are you dumb-dumb?
Train a bitch, like a trolly
Go ice (woo), you know I'm Sally
You know I'm a singer, I can write a banger
And I'm dressed to kill
It's murder fresh out the hanger
I know that you know
I got the bag to blow
You better hope, I don't go savage mode
I feel like I'm back from retirement
I feel like I'm better than I ever been
Right back on the scene like it ain't a thing
She gave back the wedding ring
I turned to a pinky ring, yeah
Back single and I'm mingling (back single)
Spidey sense, back tingling (back tingling)
I do not feel bad, I gave her everything
Now it's onto better things
I put that there on everything
Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa
She gave back the wedding ring
I turned to a pinky ring
Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa
She gave back the wedding ring
I turned to a pinky ring
I put thirty to Paris, that's my version of therapy
Givin' dough with no condition, like donatin' to charity
Still callin' my ex, man that shit is embarrassin'
But it's not my fault, she got that fire no kerosene
Mind gone, tap down on the coupe (skrrt)
I'm so sick of love songs, I just caught the flu
Even when I don't do no wrong, she think I do
So I'm just 'bout to turn what she think into the truth
You know I'm a singer, I can write a banger
And I'm dressed to kill
It's murder fresh out the hanger
I know that you know
I got the bag to blow
You better hope, I don't go savage mode
I feel like I'm back from retirement
I feel like I'm better than I ever been
Right back on the scene like it ain't a thing
She gave back the wedding ring
I turned to a pinky ring, yeah
Back single and I'm mingling (back single)
Spidey sense, back tingling (back tingling)
I do not feel bad, I gave her everything
Now it's onto better things
I put that there on everything
Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa
She gave back the wedding ring
I turned to a pinky ring
Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa
She gave back the wedding ring
I turned to a pinky ring
Big Bobby, yeah
Clip, hollies
Break bricks (break bricks), that karate
Checks in, like a lobby
Push weight, like a dolly
She gave me the ring, I'ma take the shit
Had to cut her off, she ain't makin' shit
Back up bitch, like I'm lookin' through the camera
Playin' with her pussy, make it flick like a channel
Oh you actin' nice?, You must want somethin'
Tryna play a nigga, are you dumb-dumb?
Train a bitch, like a trolly
Go ice (woo), you know I'm Sally
You know I'm a singer, I can write a banger
And I'm dressed to kill
It's murder fresh out the hanger
I know that you know
I got the bag to blow
You better hope, I don't go savage mode
I feel like I'm back from retirement
I feel like I'm better than I ever been
Right back on the scene like it ain't a thing
She gave back the wedding ring
I turned to a pinky ring, yeah
Back single and I'm mingling (back single)
Spidey sense, back tingling (back tingling)
I do not feel bad, I gave her everything
Now it's onto better things
I put that there on everything
Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa
She gave back the wedding ring
I turned to a pinky ring
Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa
She gave back the wedding ring
I turned to a pinky ring
