Freddie Hoffa - No Ringer

No ringer on my finger
I got the sleeve on it
Life to short for fuzz
So keep it clean on me
Yeah
Better ways to move
Better ways to be homie
Gotta keep it real
Always got a single on me
No ringer on my finger
I got the sleeve on it
Life to short for fuzz
So keep it clean on me
Yeah
Better ways to move
Better ways to be homie
Gotta keep it real
Always got a single on me
All these shorty's always askin bout a date night
Why don't you jump up in my jet
Let's have a late flight
Let's pour it up and celebrate
If its okay
I aint' comin' for no drama
So don't trynna make me your slave
It starts when she callin' me boo
Askin for label
I don't know how to do
Want me to speak so I'm speakin' the truth
A lot on my mind so I aint' thinkin' about you
Always complaining 'bout something I did
If I don't know how to move it
I don't wanna spend it
If I don't know how to use
I don't wanna get it
If I don't know how to say it
I don't wanna say it
While I'm lickin' you softly
You aint' suckin' off me
Every time I do it you aint gettin' off me
What should i do
And what should i say
When you playin' a game
Should call you Bill Cosby
That's just how it works it's simple n' plain
It dosen't mean anything just cause you came
That's not how it works so let me explain'
Cause every time I'm doin something
I always got a code yo
Before you step into my space
Go check the door yo
You with it?
Cause i aint' fucking no bitch who aint' with it
No
Cause i aint' fucking no bitch who aint' with it
No
Cause i aint' fucking no bitch who aint' with it
No
Cause i aint' fucking no bitch who aint' with it
No ringer on my finger
I got the sleeve on it
Life to short for fuzz
So keep it clean on me
Yeah
Better ways to move
Better ways to be homie
Gotta keep it real
Always got a single on me
No ringer on my finger
I got the sleeve on it
Life to short for fuzz
So keep it clean on me
Yeah
Better ways to move
Better ways to be homie
Gotta keep it real
Always got a single on me
Don't you see I trynna chill and have a nice time
So why you bussin at my face
I'm not your lifeline
Cause every time you trynna explain it
First you spray it
Trynna play it as my fault
But I'm not your fuckin wifi
While I'm payin the bills
She's sippin' the drink
Yeah and she aint' giving no thanks
While I'm bustin' my ass
She spending the thing
Yeah we never had no things
When I'm massaging her good
She ask about the ring
But bitch I thought that I said no rings
But bitch I thought that I said no rings
But bitch I thought that I said no rings
Stop provin' my point
I do what I do when I'm smokin' the joint
If I don't wanna do I tell to me don't
Relations is a amazing
But If you don't get it right
It all feels like a slipper slope
Slipper slope
Slipper slope
Slipper slope, häh
She want me to be like her daddy
But for what I remember that old man is broke, häh
Trynna provoke, häh
This bitch better hope, häh
No place to be livin' in under your scope, häh
Rather be doin my own thing
While I'm busy with livin' la vida loca
In my own zone
Better keep watch
Watch on your tone
Lower your ass or you end up alone
In love with that ass
But now I'm sendin you home
Cause every time I'm doin something
I always got a code yo
Before you step into my space
Go check the door yo
You with it?
Cause I aint' fucking no bitch who aint' with it
No
Cause I aint' fucking no bitch who aint' with it
No
Cause I aint' fucking no bitch who aint' with it
No
Cause I aint' fucking no bitch who aint' with it
No ringer on my finger
I got the sleeve on it
Life to short for fuzz
So keep it clean on me
Yeah
Better ways to move
Better ways to be homie
Gotta keep it real
Always got a single on me
No ringer on my finger
I got the sleeve on it
Life to short for fuzz
So keep it clean on me
Yeah
Better ways to move
Better ways to be homie
Gotta keep it real
Always got a single on me

Written by:
Fredrik Hoffman

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