Lyrics Ringin' - MLK+, May Wave$, Sorta

Ringin'

Cellie ringin' ringin' ringin' ringin'
Hear 'em lip singin' them lyrics
Hundred friends, I can’t trust, no
Taliban, on 'em fuck bro’s
Pray I cost a hundred grand for a guest show
Keep my bitches comin' from my bands and my dress code
From a center to a fuck fame
Middel finger to you rubble diggers
Since a youngin, I’m them playin in the cutthroat
Ever motherfuckers is my fam on the bumble
Choppas ringin' ringin' ringin' ringin
Cray and singin' at the feelin road
Ooh I put my phone on silence
Here comes my whoadies wilin'
They brought that dope shit with 'em
But we ain’t and smoke and ridin'
We run up in the studio violent
Bruh, fuckin up the beats, I designed 'em
They know that Moloko run shit
Shining like a motherfuckin' diamond
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Cellie ringin' ringin' ringin' ringin'
Hear 'em lip singin' them lyrics
Hundred friends, I can’t trust, no
Taliban, on 'em fuck bro’s
Pray I cost a hundred grand for a guest show
Keep my bitches comin' from my bands and my dress code
From a center to a fuck fame
Middel finger to you rubble diggers
Since a youngin, I’m them playin in the cutthroat
Ever motherfuckers is my fam on the bumble
Choppas ringin' ringin' ringin' ringin
Cray and singin' at the feelin road
Ooh I put my phone on silence
Here comes my whoadies wilin'
They brought that dope shit with 'em
But we ain’t and smoke and ridin'
We run up in the studio violent
Bruh, fuckin up the beats, I designed 'em
They know that Moloko run shit
Shining like a motherfuckin' diamond