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matt watson – ring pop lyrics

[chorus: matt watson]
don’t see me for a week
give me little thought
need you and i am weak
and when i am not
i got visions in extra dimensions
get your picture in all of my mentions
gimme time to explain how i feel
i’m feelin’ somethin’ that is really real
you got me stuck in a chokehold
swear i won’t let you go
don’t see me for a week
give me little thought
need you and i am weak
and when i am not
i got visions in extra dimensions
get your picture in all of my mentions
gimme time to explain how i feel
i’m feelin’ somethin’ that is really real
you got me stuck in a chokehold
swear i won’t let you go
[verse 1: matt watson]
i’m hеr ring pop when she need one
shе ridin’ with me like a nissan
squeezin’ on me like capri+sun
and she climbin’ on me like a tree trunk
you keep asking me if i’ve had enough
but i’m out of this world, andromeda
i ain’t had enough, i ain’t had enough
i ain’t had enough
wake up on the weekend
when the sun’s peeking through my windows, huh
i can take you to hollywood
we can go shoppin’ at vivienne westwood, uh huh
we can go to the beach or the woods, yeah
or we can go to museums or six flags
or we could stay at home
watching dvds on the tv
order food and kick back

[verse 2: father]
my bit’ want bundles and prada
can’t get caught in no hyundai sonata
sls, i can’t do ramada
all in your lobby, i bought an armada
walk in like a f+cking sicario
i can make a reina out of a sorry hoe
i can make it rain all over mi barrio
i can make two girls some poly hoes
okay, y’all kiss
i’ve been doing this since the six
pull up, girl, get me brick
tell n+ggas secrets when she l!ck
point ’em out baby, who a l!ck
b+tch, get the gl!ck, we about to hit
lemme tape the brick to your ribs
shower her with gifts and ‘couple kids
n+gga feel like pac in this b+tch
hit the crib, got roc’ in the fridge
‘bout to put some wock in it b+tch
get to milly rocking and sh+t
feel like neptunes, i got the clipse
feel like va i got some clips
f+ck the da, b+tch a piece of sh+t
free slime out the f+cking pit
[refrain: father]
pole on my hip
squeeze it, grip
n+gga come off your sh+t
hands look like this
so my b+tch can look like this
pants off my ass
past my calves
how heavy all these racks?
b+tch with all the sass
i do whatever the f+ck she ask

- matt watson lyrics

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