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Luniz - Ring My Bell Lyrics



Luniz - Ring My Bell Lyrics




*(Numskull)*

I'm spoilin' all bitches!!

Uh,
if ya wanna,
side to side,
let me get some,
side to side,
let me get some,
side to side,
let me f*ck,
side to side,
let me f*ck, let me f*ck.

Verse 1 *(Numskull)*

It's like front,
back,
side to side,
two niggaz an two broads an both involved wit dirty drawls,
fo all y'alls,
wit all balls I'm spoilin all bitches,
all feticious females goin for riches,
delicious pussy, but never fools nobody,
cuz once a rat, always a rat "Who got cheese"
let me be the one throwin up lung from Hindu,
wipe my grill, peel off an then continue,
I got it in you, from big balls to ass tours,
"Who's ass you speakin on nigga?"
BITCH YOURS,
tonight's the night,
like the highschool prom,
I'm tryin to get some if your pussy is the bomb,
Halle Berry cut, or shaved off in the back,
I'm takin 'em all as long as they gone off the yak,
uh,
I come back from doin big thangs,
if it wasn't fo ginseng then yo pussy would be his thang,
but now.

*(Chorus)*

My folks ask me where I've been all day, (all day)
an I don't think that I should say,
then they ask me again.
Tryin to hold back my smile, (big thangs, dig that)
but you can't tell that ain't my style.
then they ask me again.

Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*

Uh, nigga, nigga, nigga,
money ain't changed us,
smoke reefa an pull mo bitches then Moefa,
Brat,
an Queen Latifah at the same plug, what?
rap sangaz, an black angers,
work a train on yo back famous, like crack slangaz,
rough ryder ass like black Wranglers,
that fat anus be,
jigglin bigga than,
they off in a Mercedez, while I'm doin 80's,
on the 5-80's to the 8-80's,
she drank babies,
like Lil Kim,
got bitches turned out they want to get f*cked in they ass wit out havin
to ask them,
juss pass them dank an grasp them,
watch it crank,
I get my dick sucked on stage,
in front of the crowd when I nut in yo mouth the crowd shout like....
OH-OH, OWE, OWE!!
nut stains on yo neck lookin like a diamond ro-ro,
broke hoes is a no-no fo the don't knows an the po-po penelope,
be trailin me,
they tried to tap my mobile,
because my game is global!!

She's juss a freaky thang, (freaky thang)
she's juss a nasty girl, (nasty girl)
well you can tell that ain't my style.

*(chorus)*

My folks ask me where I've been all day,
an I don't think that I should say,
then they ask me again.

Verse 3 *(Numskull)*

Those that don't got pussy,
be the niggaz that's f*ckin the block pussy,
turf hoppin stop pussy,
that put you in the blocks pussy,
smellin like ice pussy,
bitch you got a watch pussy,
I like pussy,
so don't worry about my pussy,
if we get down it's cuz we both tried to push up,
niggaz be on my dick like I'm the man wit all the hook-ups,
gimme some proper pussy,
that hollow tight proper pussy,
that fine ass, thick pregnant type hot pussy.

*(chorus)* x2

Tryin to hold back my smile,
but you can't tell that ain't my style.
Then they ask me again.
Not my style. Not my style.
But you can't tell that ain't my style.
Not my style. Not my style.
But you can't tell that ain't my style.
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*(Numskull)*

I'm spoilin' all bitches!!

Uh,
if ya wanna,
side to side,
let me get some,
side to side,
let me get some,
side to side,
let me f*ck,
side to side,
let me f*ck, let me f*ck.

Verse 1 *(Numskull)*

It's like front,
back,
side to side,
two niggaz an two broads an both involved wit dirty drawls,
fo all y'alls,
wit all balls I'm spoilin all bitches,
all feticious females goin for riches,
delicious pussy, but never fools nobody,
cuz once a rat, always a rat "Who got cheese"
let me be the one throwin up lung from Hindu,
wipe my grill, peel off an then continue,
I got it in you, from big balls to ass tours,
"Who's ass you speakin on nigga?"
BITCH YOURS,
tonight's the night,
like the highschool prom,
I'm tryin to get some if your pussy is the bomb,
Halle Berry cut, or shaved off in the back,
I'm takin 'em all as long as they gone off the yak,
uh,
I come back from doin big thangs,
if it wasn't fo ginseng then yo pussy would be his thang,
but now.

*(Chorus)*

My folks ask me where I've been all day, (all day)
an I don't think that I should say,
then they ask me again.
Tryin to hold back my smile, (big thangs, dig that)
but you can't tell that ain't my style.
then they ask me again.

Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*

Uh, nigga, nigga, nigga,
money ain't changed us,
smoke reefa an pull mo bitches then Moefa,
Brat,
an Queen Latifah at the same plug, what?
rap sangaz, an black angers,
work a train on yo back famous, like crack slangaz,
rough ryder ass like black Wranglers,
that fat anus be,
jigglin bigga than,
they off in a Mercedez, while I'm doin 80's,
on the 5-80's to the 8-80's,
she drank babies,
like Lil Kim,
got bitches turned out they want to get f*cked in they ass wit out havin
to ask them,
juss pass them dank an grasp them,
watch it crank,
I get my dick sucked on stage,
in front of the crowd when I nut in yo mouth the crowd shout like....
OH-OH, OWE, OWE!!
nut stains on yo neck lookin like a diamond ro-ro,
broke hoes is a no-no fo the don't knows an the po-po penelope,
be trailin me,
they tried to tap my mobile,
because my game is global!!

She's juss a freaky thang, (freaky thang)
she's juss a nasty girl, (nasty girl)
well you can tell that ain't my style.

*(chorus)*

My folks ask me where I've been all day,
an I don't think that I should say,
then they ask me again.

Verse 3 *(Numskull)*

Those that don't got pussy,
be the niggaz that's f*ckin the block pussy,
turf hoppin stop pussy,
that put you in the blocks pussy,
smellin like ice pussy,
bitch you got a watch pussy,
I like pussy,
so don't worry about my pussy,
if we get down it's cuz we both tried to push up,
niggaz be on my dick like I'm the man wit all the hook-ups,
gimme some proper pussy,
that hollow tight proper pussy,
that fine ass, thick pregnant type hot pussy.

*(chorus)* x2

Tryin to hold back my smile,
but you can't tell that ain't my style.
Then they ask me again.
Not my style. Not my style.
But you can't tell that ain't my style.
Not my style. Not my style.
But you can't tell that ain't my style.
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Writer: FREDERICK DOUGLAS KNIGHT
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing

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