Don't Forget Ya Ring Lyrics
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Don't Forget Ya Ring Lyricsby Trey Songz Buy album CD: Still Mr Steal Yo Girl I must be livin' on a river called stupid 'cause the flow is dump Ice on blizzard, nigga, I'ma walking cold front Pretty woman wit me wit this swole dunk All she do is roll blunts; she on't smoke 'em, doe Ass-clappin' fantastical, just like after I closed the show Applaud, baby, y'all may be knowin' 'bout this pro hoe Na' I mean, son? Like New York niggas Bothers them I may have fathered them Child support Trigga! Really, I understand why niggas mad at me Seem like all the women throw the ass at me Sorry, but you really I ain't no, doe Doing what I want Yea, I'm doing what you can't, hoe Everything I am is everything you ain't, doe When I'm witcha girl, I'ma tell you everything you ain't know She jump up on this pole, swing around; do ya thang girl And when she leave I say, don't forget ya ring, girl Don't forget ya ring Don't forget ya ring Don't forget ya ring Don't forget ya ring She jump up on this pole, swing around; do ya thang girl And when you leave, baby, don't forget ya ring, girl No disrespect to you husbands When I lay up wit ya woman We don't be kissin' and snugglin' She just be lickin' and suckin' I put the dick in, like fuck it! You know what it is You know what we did But, shit, don't come to my crib I don't allow that Bring that snowplow back I got some mo' ice, I need some liquor Where the Loud at? If life is just a beach; this where alotta niggas drown at Nah, this ain't no circus, but I show you where the clowns at Yeah, they over there Over here in this section, we fresher than a newborn cut out a C-Section Yes, man That's what you got around you Lost my fuckin' mind They break it down, and what I found; ooo Trigga world-renowned Who woulda predicted this? I'm the illest shit that hit the muhfuckin' mic MC, cut the Lytes Salt wit tha pepper; black and white What could be better, right? She tell me 'push it, push it, baby' My lil Spinderella I got wine in the cellar I got bank, I'm no teller If I bang, then, don't tell ya friend, Unless she tryna get it in Losers, I'm sure to win Put that code in again Still, I'm gone in the wind I'm just f ya lady friend Haha! Really, I understand why niggas mad at me (I get it! ) Seem like all the women throw the ass at me Sorry, but you really I ain't no, doe (I apologize) Doing what I want Yea, I'm doing what you can't, hoe (C'mooooon) Everything I am is everything you ain't, doe When I'm witcha girl, I'ma tell you everything you ain't know She jump up on this pole, swing around; do ya thang girl And when she leave I say, don't forget ya ring, girl (Don't forget that ring! ) Don't forget ya ring Don't forget ya ring Don't forget ya ring Don't forget ya ring She jump up on this pole, swing around; do ya thang girl (That's some fucked up shit to say, right?) And when you leave, baby, don't forget ya ring, girl Aye, look, real life, doe I tell her because I don't wanna, you know, call her out "Aye, look. I left something there. Won't you look by the dresser. I wanna know if..." Nah, I ain't got time for that shit, baby Take that shit witchu... please
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