Pinky Diamonds
Rai Rivers
(Bogi Run That Back)
Sorry baby I can't be your man
I just want what's in your purse don't want what's in your pants
She gon' go to work until my pinky diamonds dance
Yea
(til pinky diamonds, pinky diamonds dancing)
Sorry baby I can't be your man (your man)
I just want what's in your purse don't want what's in your pants
(don't want what's in your pants)
She say every time I talk it put her in a trance (a trance)
She gon' go to work until my pinky diamonds dance
(pinky diamonds dance)
I came from strugglin' now I'm progressing
Yo bitch need my flavor like salad need dressing
I'll break your bitch down like I'm stripping weapons
Then my pockets got bigger like nutty professor
The funny thing is during this whole recession
I'm counting up thousands, you counting up blessings
I look like I'm living, you look like you stressing
You scared to take chances, I'm jumping off edges
I stay with my weapon if a nigga plexin'
I'll take his top off like I'm trimming the hedges
Then next break his bitch like the Guinness world record
I'm all in her head like she popped an Excedrin
These bitches are children they just adolescence
I won't entertain them cause my name ain't Cedric
She pay for the dick because my shit like heaven
That hoe lookin shocked cause my shit so electric
My diamonds be dancing while my feet be planted
She do what I tell her like Ella Enchanted
You wanna fuck with me? Don't come empty handed
If you keep it solid I'll give you the planet
I ain't worried bout ya panties
Look how I managed
Look at how solid I'm standing
You thinking 'bout marriage
I'm thinking 'bout how I'm gon' double my bread like a sandwich so I'm
Sorry baby I can't be your man
I just want what's in your purse don't want what's in your pants
She gon' go to work until my pinky diamonds dance
Sorry baby I can't be your man (your man)
I just want what's in your purse don't want
what's in your pants (don't want what's in your pants)
She say every time I talk it put her in a trance (a trance)
She gon' go to work until my pinky
diamonds dance (my pinky diamonds dance)
Til my pinky diamonds dancing (pinky diamonds dance)
My pinky diamonds dancing
My pinky diamonds dancing
Til my pinky diamonds dancing
My pinky diamonds dancing
(Bogi Run That Back)
Sorry baby I can't be your man
I just want what's in your purse don't want what's in your pants
She gon' go to work until my pinky diamonds dance
Yea
(til pinky diamonds, pinky diamonds dancing)
Sorry baby I can't be your man (your man)
I just want what's in your purse don't want what's in your pants
(don't want what's in your pants)
She say every time I talk it put her in a trance (a trance)
She gon' go to work until my pinky diamonds dance
(pinky diamonds dance)
I came from strugglin' now I'm progressing
Yo bitch need my flavor like salad need dressing
I'll break your bitch down like I'm stripping weapons
Then my pockets got bigger like nutty professor
The funny thing is during this whole recession
I'm counting up thousands, you counting up blessings
I look like I'm living, you look like you stressing
You scared to take chances, I'm jumping off edges
I stay with my weapon if a nigga plexin'
I'll take his top off like I'm trimming the hedges
Then next break his bitch like the Guinness world record
I'm all in her head like she popped an Excedrin
These bitches are children they just adolescence
I won't entertain them cause my name ain't Cedric
She pay for the dick because my shit like heaven
That hoe lookin shocked cause my shit so electric
My diamonds be dancing while my feet be planted
She do what I tell her like Ella Enchanted
You wanna fuck with me? Don't come empty handed
If you keep it solid I'll give you the planet
I ain't worried bout ya panties
Look how I managed
Look at how solid I'm standing
You thinking 'bout marriage
I'm thinking 'bout how I'm gon' double my bread like a sandwich so I'm
Sorry baby I can't be your man
I just want what's in your purse don't want what's in your pants
She gon' go to work until my pinky diamonds dance
Sorry baby I can't be your man (your man)
I just want what's in your purse don't want
what's in your pants (don't want what's in your pants)
She say every time I talk it put her in a trance (a trance)
She gon' go to work until my pinky
diamonds dance (my pinky diamonds dance)
Til my pinky diamonds dancing (pinky diamonds dance)
My pinky diamonds dancing
My pinky diamonds dancing
Til my pinky diamonds dancing
My pinky diamonds dancing
Credits
Writer(s): Lamont Rafer Ii Washington
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.