Pinky Ring sh*t lyrics

by

Premo Rice


[Verse 1]
She gon' lose count (Count), she gon' lose count (Count)
You can't touch my money, baby, you gon' lose count (Hey)
Made a quick flip (Flip) off a stank b*tch (b*tch)
Made the lane switch (Switch) off of Cambridge
b*tch, I ball like Camron (Uh) in the Hamptons (Uh)
With these wrist-sl*ts, yeah, they makin' backs bend (Bend)
Diesel Shaq them (Slam), pimpin' back then (Dang)
f*ck your club up, keep my sh*t on backspin
Man, I'm here for fat butts (Hey), smellin' like must (Hey)
b*tches go nuts when I raise my pimp cup
Tell the DJ, "Give me (Me), DJ, give me (Me)
Sucka sh*t free, playa, don't be fifty"
Man, I got your club lit (Lit), Dapper Dan fit (Fit)
b*tches on di*ks, 'cause I'm droppin' mack hits
This that pinky ring sh*t (Pimp), pinky ring sh*t (Pimp)
Whippin' straight crack, cook it up like hot grits

[Chorus]
Who got that juice, playa? Raise your cups up
Who got that juice? Raise your cups up
Who got that juice, playa? Raise your cups up
Who got that juice? Raise your cups up
Who got that juice, playa? Raise your cups up
Who got that juice? Hold up, run that motherf*ckin' beat
Who got that juice?
[Verse 2]
I'ma soul tap, want your whole back, cost a rack
Roll a whole sack, got a whole pack, super smacked
I'ma take trips, you gon' take di*k, take pics
Of this freak b*tch, she a freaknik, sneak tip
Pink ring sh*t (Church), pinky ring sh*t (Church)
Let this ho shine, lookin' like some bright p*ss (Woo!)
She gon' like this (Hey), try to swipe this (Nah)
But ain't sh*t sweet, b*tch, you might get Tyson
Okay, now, booty's keep droppin' (Droppin'), bottles keep poppin' (Poppin')
Ho, I'm super rare, don't you dare bring up no sparklers (b*tch)
I'm a dog barkin' (Barkin') in a Dodge parkin' (Skrrt!)
Goin' at a b*tch, "'Scuse me, ho, I beg your pardon?"
Okay, now, I'm a slick talker (Talker), silky smooth walker (Walker)
b*tch play with my balls like a Harlem Globetrotter (Damn)
This that pinky ring sh*t (Church), pinky ring sh*t (Church)
Whippin' straight crack, cook it up like hot grits

[Chorus]
Who got that juice, playa? Raise your cups up
Who got that juice? Raise your cups up
Who got that juice, playa? Raise your cups up
Who got that juice? Raise your cups up
Who got that juice, playa? Raise your cups up
Who got that juice? Hold up, run that motherf*ckin' beat
Who got that juice?
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