"Ring Ring (Extended Version)" lyrics

CHASE B & Travis Scott Lyrics

"Ring Ring (Extended Version)"
(feat. Don Toliver, Quavo & Ty Dolla $ign)

You were so bad, I couldn't help it, I couldn't help myself
I wouldn't be mad when it's all over, I did my best
Hello (Hello), I'm callin' from out of this world (Out of this)
I know you bitter, I'm talkin' to other girls (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh

(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
I'm waitin', still waitin' (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Patiently waitin' (Ooh-oh)
Waitin', I'm waitin' (Yeah)

But you already know lil shawty got it
The way she bend it over on the sofa, body-body
I had two twenty five, I spent that shit right out my pocket
And pulled up to that lot and told the dealer, I gotta cop it
You think you goin' big-on-big-on-big, you need to stop it
You went and dropped your shit, it didn't hit, you went and flopped it
I got all my hoes from way back then, they keep it sloppy
I done went too cold, I'm in these streets, I'm out my body

I'm gettin' deep in it (Ooh, woo-ooh), you was on my Christmas list
Oh, damn, I met you, I won't regret you, but I'm like, "Who is this?"
She got them talkin' about them things, I'm like, "You ludicrous"
You gotta calm down right now, you know I do this shit

I bet it ring, ring, I bet it ring, ring
And I'm like, "Who is this?," I'm on some Houston shit
I bet it ring, ring, I bet it ring, ring
And I'm like, "Who is this?," and I'm like "Who is this?," "Who?"
When I'm sittin' on the couch smokin' biscotti
The way she bend it over, man, she gotta do pilates
When I'm sittin' on the couch smokin' biscotti
The way she bend it over, man, she gotta do pilates

Steppin' out pressin' (Pressin')
Baby, you're a blessin' (Blessin')
In the bed, we wrestlin'
We sendin' a message (Message)
This is black excellence (Excellence)
Tryna build us a residence (Yeah)
Hundred racks in my bag, get your bed and it's low (Racks)
No couches, let me know (No cap)
Let's go, I'll stretch the bowl (Yes sir)
Ass on swole, she get a purse, yeah, she workin' her moves (Her moves)
Big Huncho, baguettes come first, and then we can do two (Baguette)
Top down, choppin' off coupes (Coupes), she warm and wet like soup (Soup)
Jump off the top of the roof (Top roof), 'cause I'm fallin' in love with you
I better hear ring, ring (Brrt), I better hear ring, ring (Brrt, brrt)
And I'm like, "Who is this," (Who this), I'm on that Nawf side shit (Nawf side)
I better hear ring, ring, I better hear ring, ring (Brrt)

Just call me again my baby
When you want it, I'll be on my way
I told you we would be okay (Okay Okay)
(Ooh yeah)
I let it ring ring
(Ooh, ooh)
I let it ring ring


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