Pinky Ring (feat. Smokepurpp & Rick Ross) - Lil Pump

I make you feel better than you ever been I guarantee that you gon' tell the other man he need to get lost And girl you know you dealing with a veteran, I'll beat that down Have you ever been broke off? You ain't gotta pack your bags Tell your boss you gon' miss work Whatever you want, just ask Baby, this what you deserve, yeah I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, better, better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, living better now Living, living better now, living better now (I know you deserve it) I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, living better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, better now Drop top Benz I'm the man, girlfriend Yo, I'm the man Yo, I'm the man You rollin' with the man Turn the lights out You ain't gotta trip about no money 'Cause whatever you want, I'ma get it, I ain't worry about the cost I ain't fucking, I ain't phony, I ain't frontin', I ain't stuntin' Everything I say is real, you dealin' with the boss, yeah You ain't gotta pack your bags Tell your boss you gon' miss work Whatever you want, just ask Baby, this what you deserve, yeah I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, better, better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, living better now Living, living better now, living better now (I know you deserve it) I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, living better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, better now Drop top Benz I'm the man, girlfriend Yo, I'm the man Yo, I'm the man You rollin' with the man Turn the lights out Look in my pocket, I see a lot of dead people Wrist game mean, mother pearl so evil Christian Louboutin, sucker for a sneaker Pull up in Pakistan like I'm Evel Knievel Air raid Jackson, I stay spaced out Never lay my Jesus piece face down It's not a Rollie, I'm sorry this fucker run She not a singer, but dammit I made her hum Name Ricky, but really I've been a Willy See you looking at it but this watch a quarter milli' I got houses, hobbies, homes in Abu Dhabi Never go wrong GPS, my Ferrari You ain't gotta pack your bags Tell your boss you gon' miss work Whatever you want, just ask Baby, this what you deserve, yeah I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, better, better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, living better now Living, living better now, living better now (I know you deserve it) I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, living better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, better now Drop top Benz I'm the man, girlfriend Yo, I'm the man Yo, I'm the man (Because girl you're worth it) You rollin' with the man Turn the lights off

Biggest in the Game Biggest at the dinner Rozay and Carnage Fat boys in the building Fat boys at the Back Bounce in the buckles Belly's a bubble But the way I'ma fuck you She gon' tell me I love you These niggas keep testing Just a new hole in the desert I'm texting my reverend Please recite Psalms twenty-seven If you seen how I'm living You would think I was a villain Got my niggas deported guilty for making a killing Keep your hands off the cage boy I'm the one to put you on the front page boy Don't see none of these niggas Rozay's repertoire Professions of a hustler I pray I see tomorrow Duffle bags heavy got me on this Ross fit Never catch me slipping cause I keep my marksmen

Maybach Music! There he go that's John Doe There he go that's John Doe There he go that's John Doe And I'm still whipping up a kilo There he go that's John Doe On my Pyro Palace turn you bitch niggas to ghost Pacman, over one hundred sold Pacman, just ordered one hundred more Pacman, you can fry it in a pan Pacman, in no time you will be buying land Pacman, do it for your mom and them Pacman, until I get one hundred in It's P-I Double "L" Professional Shit Kicka Yams on the stove I'm fuckin your Favorite Strippa Pies flyin out Them zips they grew wings Phone going stupid made a rack in two rings Straight drop hard got them J's plate licking Ground basing jumping over cars they Blake Griffin Got my chickens in the gym, Yup, they weight lifting See one thousand stamped on the tape because they yay shape shifting That's that terminator choppa make a nigga do a backflip I can show you how crack flip While I'm loading that Mac clip Catch em loading that mack truck I'll unload til his back drip All I know is I'm stacked up And when I'm back them packs in There he go that's John Doe On my Pyro Palace turn you bitch niggas to ghost Pacman, over one hundred sold Pacman, just ordered one hundred more Pacman, you can fry it in a pan Pacman, in no time you will be buying land Pacman, do it for your mom and them Pacman, until I get one hundred in One Hundred in I'm on my Gucci shit Gucci Luciano bitch you know I'm Gucci Rich Maserati, boy I got two of them Same color boy I just got two of them 10 Chains see I'm one nigmae nigga I'm a whip it just to spend it nigga Blew a mill ticket One night at King Of Diamonds Me and Puff Daddy Bitch I'm the king of Diamonds Small Change that's what we call that A-Rod money smoking on a ball bat I'm on the mound, I got a pound My folks in Haiti say them yayo prices coming down There he go that's John Doe On my Pyro Palace turn you bitch niggas to ghost Pacman, over one hundred sold Pacman, just ordered one hundred more Pacman, you can fry it in a pan Pacman, in no time you will be buying land Pacman, do it for your mom and them Pacman, until I get one hundred in This that namco yay Pacman what we selling Got these J's chasing rocks Like they chasing power pellets Met this lady named Eselis Say she nag for some terrace But she hungry for that yayo ask her granny what she yelling Got my shirt off in the kitchen hot in here like Nelly And these niggas dancing in these mask don't want stage credit Just the keys to your car all your cash and your debit card We serving hard Whole squad equiped and ready OKAY Then And quit flexing like the soda sack Before they find you slumped over in a Cul-de-sac My whole wrist lumped up serving boulder sacks Pink city representa thought I told you that There he go that's John Doe On my Pyro Palace turn you bitch niggas to ghost Pacman, over one hundred sold Pacman, just ordered one hundred more Pacman, you can fry it in a pan Pacman, in no time you will be buying land Pacman, do it for your mom and them Pacman, until I get one hundred in Maybach Music!

Got a mind full of TNT I need a lunatic just like me Paint the sky with a brush fire, yeah Like la la la la, la I got a mind like Columbine, yeah A vigilante, I'm volatile I pick and choose like Duck Duck Goose I'm close ties that you shouldn't cut loose I just want someone that I can trust Baby, is that you—is that us? I know it's dicey Oh, it's so good it feels criminal, ha This shit's gotta be criminal, ha The way I keep killing you Though I'm dangerous, ha, yeah It's so good it feels criminal, ah This shit's gotta be criminal, ah The way I keep killing you, yeah She say, "Hello, hell, you're such a blessing" I know, way too well, now I'm finessing, her Just plead the fifth if you're ever questioned, girl You see, I just want someone that I can trust Baby, is that you—is that us? I know I'm dicey Oh, it's so good it feels criminal, ha This shit's gotta be criminal, ha The way I keep killing you Though I'm dangerous, ha, yeah It's so good it feels criminal, ah This shit's gotta be criminal, ah (Sometimes you just gonna lean on it) The way I keep killing you, yeah Conversations elevated when she fell in love Stepping on her, said he did her like a dirty rug Feeling played, underpaid, like she was Satchel Paige Every day she had to find a way to find a way Self-esteem is what emotions feed (Facts) Dry land and get to travel the Seven Seas Kaepernick of my city, little homie, take a knee Taking you to places selfies get taken at least Criminal thoughts (Boss), an angel in the flesh (Yes) It feels like we floating when we really having sex (Yes!) Her words be so potent, scribbled 'em on my chest (Yes) Motivation is morning, shorty, and I confess I'm holding you close, that's 'til the day I rest I gave her a hundred, stuffed it all in her dress Motion picture, we them young mogul niggas Here's a toast to the ones who knew us before the riches Gunplay, gunfire, grave death, stolen moments (Cheers) 5150 and lawless hearts Raging and reckless You know, love at loss Summer nights summer stay ready with the getaway 5150 and lawless hearts Who could stop us, babe? The world is ours, yeah I just want someone that I can trust Is that you—is that us? I know I'm dicey Oh, it's so good it feels criminal, yeah This shit's gotta be criminal The way I keep killing you You say I'm dangerous, ha, yeah It's so good it feels criminal, ah This shit's gotta be criminal, ah The way I keep killing you, yeah (Ooooah ooo) Miguel, it's going down in history once again (Oh, my love) Oh, my love Oh, my love (Ooooah ooo, Ooooah ooo)

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Pump pump, pump pump, pump pump Pump pump, pump pump Let the motion of your body be the key 'Cuz we be the motherfucking G Funk family Now, I'll play the G in this deadly game Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the game If it ain't one thing it's a motherfucking 'nother Word to my granny and my daddy and my mother Whether standing on the corner or bouncing in the six-deuce When I was locked up, I couldn't wait to get loose 'Cuz back in the days, on the side where it's at A nigga had to have a fat stack And I was a fool, don't make me have to grab my strap And go rat-tat-tat-tat, nigga Slap to a motherfucker face, he fall Can't none of y'all niggaz see the Doggy Dogg 'Cuz I'm one rude bwoy coming with the wickedness So shut the fuck up and listen while I'm kicking this Blam blam, blam to dem all Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg (Pump pump) Blam blam, blam to dem all Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg (Pump pump) Now you can look to the sun and spot the moon And see Snoop Doggy Dogg step into the room With the G funk, he funk, she funk, we funk Follow me, follow me, listen to the words that a nigga I come down with the wickedness One rude bwoy coming with the darkness (Blam) Close your eyes 'cuz you can't see me I quit school cause of recess you fucking B.G. I'm shaking up the party, like 'Lodi Dodi' Is he the dopest? Ya betta ask somebody When then send, some gin And a pack of zig zags, now let the games begin In nineteen motherfucking ninety three I'm fucking up every nigga known in the industry Check this out, it's a Dogg Pound thang You know who I am, you know my motherfuckin name, who am I? (The S N Double O P) Nickname, last name (Silky Smooth, D O double G) The behavior and the flavor that I found Makes me wanna hit that ass up with the Dogg Pound Blam blam, blam to dem all Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg (Pump pump) Blam blam, blam to dem all Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg (Pump pump) Now just back up, don't act up, I pack up much heat Any battle I'm in, I win, I can't be beat Don't sleep while I creep, peep out my technique I forgot, I'm out of sight, so you can't see The MC of the year, you hear and you fear I got something for them niggaz in the front and the rear I handle the sides, did a drive-by in the who-ride I'm satisfied now everything is really alright You know when I come, nigga, I come wicked Don't need no permission, motherfucker, I'ma kick it Niggaz sweat my shit, I wet 'em up with the biscuit Lick 'em up shot, it don't stop 'til dem all drop Make up your mind, go pop or slang rocks Just stop, rotting on the next niggaz jock I'm strapped with my glock on your block And ready to let loose on the first imitator that I spot Blam blam, blam to dem all Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg (Pump pump) Blam blam, blam to dem all Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg (Pump pump)