Lyrics

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