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HEAVENONEARTH - RINGS lyrics

Artist: HEAVENONEARTH

album: HEAVENONEARTH


Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Gimme my ring Gimme my Gimme my ring
Hey, hey
Gimme my ring I need my ring I need my ring
I need the finer things,
I gotta get to the throne
I'm with the winning team,
I couldn't do it alone
So gimme my ring Gimme my
Hey, gimme my ring Gimme my ring
Big talk on the web I don't feel that
Run in back
Run it back
Til I get chills
I need my rings
I gave her my rings
Getting that dub for my team
Who's the blame
We brought the rain
Flipping the L to a banger
Wait for the ring like topenga
The hoolies are more than just singers
Bags to get
Work in the son cuz I'm Mexican
Never gone settle the best to get
I work in the rain that's the drip we wet wet wet
Gimme my rings
Got dirt on my cleats
Came out of my seats to point to my king Hey
Every single thing y'all be on
We already beyond
Ya better have hands like deon
Tryna catch up to what we on
The dreads hang low
And the black skin glow like neon
Never been food, these suckers all key lime
Headed for the chip i ain't talking bout ruffles
Stat sheet looking prime bill russell
Everything real got it off of the muscle
Mitchell
Gimme my ring Gimme my Gimme my ring
Hey, hey
Gimme my ring I need my ring I need my ring
I need the finer things,
I gotta get to the throne
I'm with the winning team,
I couldn't do it alone
So gimme my ring Gimme my
Hey, gimme my ring Gimme my ring
Ring in a velvet case, let it unfold
Son y'all boys, I'm ya dad and uncle
War in a Artist mind like Sun Tzu
In ya head like Cantù
I am a monsoon
4 like an Audi
5 like Olympics
6 like it's MJ
7 like it's Brady
Filipino thoroughbred Vegas made Jersey,
HEAVENONEARTH is the name
What you expect
It's HEAVENONEARTH, we not like the rest
Tryna be holy like front of my neck
And that ain't a flex
This how it had to be, this how it's gotta be
Walking in purpose, I'm living the prophecy
I gotta be everything I was called to be
They after numbers, like Deuteronomy
I know they counting me out
But I keep it moving, ain't calling no fouls
Just give it a minute, we'll see who's around
We running the plays, they running they mouth
And it ain't no weak link in the team
Top of the morning, we up and they sleep
Sunday through Saturday, not for the weak
Hard to be humble, the team is elite
So gimme my ring!

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