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Rath - Ringin' (feat. Yetinho) Lyrics



Rath - Ringin' (feat. Yetinho) Lyrics




You watch your head
I'm in my prime
Nothing you say be sticking with me
Bitches are fine, keep em at bay
White bitch got ass, but no seasonin'
Lot of misreads, make the right pass
Ball in your hand, finger a ring
Reigning as king
Raining in Spring
Controlling the pawns
Pulling the strings
Bring in the heavy artillery
Hate me in fall, but you love me in February
I gotta tell you that you were a secondary
Wishin' for me is my story be legendary
Living it up in my mind
Wait for the day when it's all really mine
You weren't there when these hands were on grinds
I'm finna send you to London on priv

You really expecting a tip?
Your service mid at best
Next time I come, I wanna bite on your neck
Then give me the check
Crazy bitch know Imma VAMP like
The way I hit it, holy moly
My next wish, she over here every day
Just listen, I'm tryna not to be cliche

Some could say that we tied at the hip
No, cause we f*ckin' off rip
Some could say, f*ck it, let's dip
This new beat is out and we lookin' to trip
No NFL, we not rockin' the script
Not like a pharmacy, take what we flip
One take verse, chat, I just hit a clip
Fanum taxin' on your bitch
Light that shit up, that's za bro
Can't you tell, bruh, I pulled up like Castro
Comin' with me, I stay toasted
Know I go crazy when the AK unfolded
Head in the drop, you promoted
Get to work, make sure the chicken is roasted
Moon rock type coated
Won't come back I noted

You watch your head
I'm in my prime
Nothing you say be sticking with me
Bitches are fine, keep em at bay
White bitch got ass, but no seasonin'
Lot of misreads, make the right pass
Ball in your hand, finger a ring
Reigning as king
Raining in Spring
Controlling the pawns
Pulling the strings
Bring in the heavy artillery
Hate me in fall, but you love me in February
I gotta tell you that you were a secondary
Wishin' for me is my story be legendary
Living it up in my mind
Wait for the day when it's all really mine
You weren't there when these hands were on grinds
I'm finna send you to London on priv

I'm really the worst, don't you forget
That you were the permanent cause
Tournament ready, I'm finna dominate
Like I'm Kyrie, Luka Doncic
F*ck all the crossin', man, I'm finna ball
F*ck all you talkin', man, I'll prove them wrong
F*ckin' this shit outta bitch
She catchin' my kids like a stadium ball
Two hundred dollars, we lived
F*ck up some commas, then flew out to LIV
Hittin' your mama, then I'm finna dip
Pullin' your collar, you said I'm a bitch
Smokin' this ganja, we light up a bic
24 hours, I'll buy you some nic
81 points, got the vote of the feds
Pussy been ate bitch is givin' me creds
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You watch your head
I'm in my prime
Nothing you say be sticking with me
Bitches are fine, keep em at bay
White bitch got ass, but no seasonin'
Lot of misreads, make the right pass
Ball in your hand, finger a ring
Reigning as king
Raining in Spring
Controlling the pawns
Pulling the strings
Bring in the heavy artillery
Hate me in fall, but you love me in February
I gotta tell you that you were a secondary
Wishin' for me is my story be legendary
Living it up in my mind
Wait for the day when it's all really mine
You weren't there when these hands were on grinds
I'm finna send you to London on priv

You really expecting a tip?
Your service mid at best
Next time I come, I wanna bite on your neck
Then give me the check
Crazy bitch know Imma VAMP like
The way I hit it, holy moly
My next wish, she over here every day
Just listen, I'm tryna not to be cliche

Some could say that we tied at the hip
No, cause we f*ckin' off rip
Some could say, f*ck it, let's dip
This new beat is out and we lookin' to trip
No NFL, we not rockin' the script
Not like a pharmacy, take what we flip
One take verse, chat, I just hit a clip
Fanum taxin' on your bitch
Light that shit up, that's za bro
Can't you tell, bruh, I pulled up like Castro
Comin' with me, I stay toasted
Know I go crazy when the AK unfolded
Head in the drop, you promoted
Get to work, make sure the chicken is roasted
Moon rock type coated
Won't come back I noted

You watch your head
I'm in my prime
Nothing you say be sticking with me
Bitches are fine, keep em at bay
White bitch got ass, but no seasonin'
Lot of misreads, make the right pass
Ball in your hand, finger a ring
Reigning as king
Raining in Spring
Controlling the pawns
Pulling the strings
Bring in the heavy artillery
Hate me in fall, but you love me in February
I gotta tell you that you were a secondary
Wishin' for me is my story be legendary
Living it up in my mind
Wait for the day when it's all really mine
You weren't there when these hands were on grinds
I'm finna send you to London on priv

I'm really the worst, don't you forget
That you were the permanent cause
Tournament ready, I'm finna dominate
Like I'm Kyrie, Luka Doncic
F*ck all the crossin', man, I'm finna ball
F*ck all you talkin', man, I'll prove them wrong
F*ckin' this shit outta bitch
She catchin' my kids like a stadium ball
Two hundred dollars, we lived
F*ck up some commas, then flew out to LIV
Hittin' your mama, then I'm finna dip
Pullin' your collar, you said I'm a bitch
Smokin' this ganja, we light up a bic
24 hours, I'll buy you some nic
81 points, got the vote of the feds
Pussy been ate bitch is givin' me creds
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Writer: Aakash Rathee
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Performed By: Rath
Language: English
Length: 2:39
Written by: Aakash Rathee

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