Lyrics to Rinky Dinky
Clip long as an ironing board
Heard it broke his spinal cord
Rinky Dinky Records sent your contract what you signing for
I got M's but want some more
I sell dope got bricks galore
On the road like eights and vogues
Im gettin head from my favorite whore
Bring a stick to every show
Push the broom no mop and glow
Told my goons to clear the room and kill ya soon ya gotta go
Play ya lay, thats where you'll stay
Try me be no where to go
Pulled up at the Texaco
Shot him in his testicles
Turned him to a vegetable
We fed him shells not vegetables
We at the hospital cuz we heard you still in critical
Double back triple back quadruple cut throat
We dont give a fuck bout nothing
Walk a nigga down sunday
Throw it up magic monday
Pockets full of money
You a monkey nigga with monkey children
Country boys be buckin love
How I cook my wrist into it
All i think is money, i dont need no money
Dont need no jewelery, loyalty or nothin, 1017 to embalming fluid
Clip long as an ironing board
Heard it broke his spinal cord
Rinky Dinky Records sent your contract what you signing for
I got M's but want some more
I sell dope got bricks galore
On the road like eights and vogues
Im gettin head from my favorite whore
Clip long as a pringle can
Can’t get you we get your mane
Don’t go playing with my bands
We kidnap you like rickey tan
I got bows aye by the the ton
BKM we having fun
Go no where without my gun
You play I put a hole in one
Got .223 and AR we hollering who want war with us
That boy tuff up on the net but round us he a hoe to us
I got rich off grass but I can't lie I middle man some dust
My plug had em 28 you know I Scottie Pippen him
Was born with some pimp in him
His pops a hoe got simp in him
This AK might rip through him
He say my name don’t mention him
My trap house it be rolling
Even when I’m gone up on my tour
You want it come and shop just have my money, swing my door
Clip long as an ironing board
Heard it broke his spinal cord
Rinky Dinky Records sent your contract what you signing for
I got M's but want some more
I sell dope got bricks galore
On the road like eights and vogues
Im gettin head from my favorite whore
Heard it broke his spinal cord
Rinky Dinky Records sent your contract what you signing for
I got M's but want some more
I sell dope got bricks galore
On the road like eights and vogues
Im gettin head from my favorite whore
Bring a stick to every show
Push the broom no mop and glow
Told my goons to clear the room and kill ya soon ya gotta go
Play ya lay, thats where you'll stay
Try me be no where to go
Pulled up at the Texaco
Shot him in his testicles
Turned him to a vegetable
We fed him shells not vegetables
We at the hospital cuz we heard you still in critical
Double back triple back quadruple cut throat
We dont give a fuck bout nothing
Walk a nigga down sunday
Throw it up magic monday
Pockets full of money
You a monkey nigga with monkey children
Country boys be buckin love
How I cook my wrist into it
All i think is money, i dont need no money
Dont need no jewelery, loyalty or nothin, 1017 to embalming fluid
Clip long as an ironing board
Heard it broke his spinal cord
Rinky Dinky Records sent your contract what you signing for
I got M's but want some more
I sell dope got bricks galore
On the road like eights and vogues
Im gettin head from my favorite whore
Clip long as a pringle can
Can’t get you we get your mane
Don’t go playing with my bands
We kidnap you like rickey tan
I got bows aye by the the ton
BKM we having fun
Go no where without my gun
You play I put a hole in one
Got .223 and AR we hollering who want war with us
That boy tuff up on the net but round us he a hoe to us
I got rich off grass but I can't lie I middle man some dust
My plug had em 28 you know I Scottie Pippen him
Was born with some pimp in him
His pops a hoe got simp in him
This AK might rip through him
He say my name don’t mention him
My trap house it be rolling
Even when I’m gone up on my tour
You want it come and shop just have my money, swing my door
Clip long as an ironing board
Heard it broke his spinal cord
Rinky Dinky Records sent your contract what you signing for
I got M's but want some more
I sell dope got bricks galore
On the road like eights and vogues
Im gettin head from my favorite whore
