Don't Forget Ya Ring Lyrics - Trey Songz

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! 

Related 

Naughty & Nice Christmas Songs 

5 Totally Underrated Christmas Songs 

9 Misheard Christmas Carol Lyrics 

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 

Photos 

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