Testo Ring - Intence
Testo della canzone Ring (Intence), tratta dall'album Ring - Single
How you mean we're not the same?
We couldn't ever be the same, girl claims you're caught
(Mad) even like the highlight, mad even like fame
Stuck in my ways, my mistake, my mistake
We couldn't ever be the same
You see the change, die man, and I'm a chain
Dem are for what you press, so it bends for the man
I just see game, know a bad gal with a good man name
Track for country all the month of time, we know no shame
Roll on the weight, we know saint
The phone ring, ring, ring, ring
With your hands on the bank, I'ma have the same thing
Boo with teeth and then play the victim
You look like a chippy cow, I'm a big sim
Likkle more me gon' sport wid miss chin
Rye bean, I'ma mix with the ginseng
A bag of dead fish in, I'ma rip jeans
Yo, I'ma die and I'ma wear the 15
Bama drop and the bass hang dead
Red boom turn up the bass from them
Them dope but the tall are some waste man them
They fuck my matic with big like bread
I see me getting on my moon now
Mad people
The full moon come
Three bad gal with two -
Take a - when them - you and now you come
Mad even like the highlight, mad even like fame
Stuck in a me ways, man, I'ma stay, I'ma stay
We could never be same
You see the change die, man, in a my chain
Them a four what you press out bends for the man
I just see game, know a bad gal with a good man name
Track for country all the month of time, we know no shame
Roll on the weight, we know saint
The phone ring, ring, ring, ring
With your hands on the bank, I'ma have the same thing
Boo with teeth and then play the victim
You dig like a chippy cow
I'm a big sim (I'm a big sim)
Baby girl, I was tired
You know far out, you pick up on me, ay
Ay, I pay the dues, I pay the time
Who dig you a bag of money, feel me glad
You galley body, say try
You like choke up, you like necktie
Mood, I take my cocky books in here next time
One next time, boy, 'cause you like me, then you know you love life
Mad even like the highlight, mad even like fame
Stuck in a my ways, man, I'ma stay, I'ma stay, we could never be same
You see the change die, man, in a me chain
In a my foot, you press out the bends for the man
I just a game, know a bad gal will love God in my name
Try for country out, amount of time, we know no shame
Roll on the weight, we no saint
The phone ring, ring, ring, ring
With your hands on the bank, I'ma have the same thing
Boo with teeth and then play the victim
You dig like a chippy cow, I'm a big sim
Likkle more me gon' sport wid miss chin
Likkle more me gon' sport wid miss chin
(Likkle more me gon' sport wid miss chin)
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Writer(s): Writer Unknown, Tashawn Gabbidon
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