Ring Around

Oh wee
He look at me
Like I'm that bitch in his dreams
He think he gon' be the one
If he fly me overseas

Don't get hurt
Fuckin' with me
I ain't got ties
Bitch I'm free
Yall be stressin' in my face
Who sigh
Take a break

Uh like head ass
Like I need you to take three
Deep breaths
Okay

Ring around my finger
My pocket full of cash
Sad boys fuck boys
They all come back

Swarm around me
Like a honey bee
But oh wait
What the fuck they
Want from me

I'm not the giving tree
Can't climb up my trunk
Or swing off my branches
That shit I'm not having

Let me properly
Now I'll never be property
Don't fuck up my flow
Just let me be

Ring around my finger
My pocket full of cash
Sad boys fuck boys
They all come back

Call me goofy cuz he know
That he can't own me
No he want me
Dap him up just like a homie
I bring the bread
He bring baloney

Slow it down baby
He must not know im crazy
Don't fuck with me
I hit it twice then pass him to my ladies
I'm just playin'

Ring around my finger
My pocket full of cash
Sad boys fuck boys
They all come back

I'm dead I'm dead
Them niggas killing me
Had to fake my death
Just to get you away from me

Catch me in Cuba or Haiti
Y'all niggas can't relate-y
If I give you some attention
Don't give you the permission
To act like you my man
That's the shit I can't stand
I turn you off and turn you on
Like on demand

Ring around my finger
My pocket full of cash
Sad boys fuck boys
They all come back

They all come back
Don't worry
They all come back
Uh
Cuz they only want your ass
I'm sorry
You know they all come back

Ring around my finger
My pocket full of cash
Sad boys fuck boys
They all come back



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Gozman, Folayan Omi Kunerede, Bobbi Lanea Tyler
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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