Tekstovi: Trey Songz. Don't Forget Ya Ring.

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