Small World - Pinky Shinin lyrics

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Small World - Pinky Shinin lyrics

[Hook] My pinky shinin' with diamonds My index on the Ruger My pinky shinin' with diamonds My index on the Ruger My pinky shinin' with diamonds My index on the Ruger Now with these ho's and their see-saw's Just call me Freddy Krueger My pinky shinin' with diamonds My index on the Ruger My pinky shinin' with diamonds My index on the Ruger My pinky shinin' with diamonds My index on the Ruger Now with these ho's and their see-saw's Just call me Freddy Krueger [Verse 1: Ludacris] (Luda!) My pinky shinin' with diamonds My index on the Rug' I'm a dog for this paper, don't wanna get bit Lil' buddy don't touch my food Don't touch my skri'lla Got k**a's that'll whoop your head boy Who the hell gon' bring home the bacon To the fam' if you end up dead, boy Luda, I'm so true to smokin' that stanky buddha So high, that when I get behind that Cadillac wheel I can't maneuver, I'll chew the Hell out of an MC that call my name out The partners that will pop the trunk and *click click* Show you what that thing 'bout Shoot shoot up in the air Wave it all around like you just don't care They ask if I'm a rapper and I say NO I'm a self-made millionaire (yeah) Get it right little buddy go on do your homework Got flows that'll make you bob your head Until your dome hurts Go on squirt, b**h dis this business here for grown folks If you ain't got no money then take yo', take your Broke a** home folk I'm talkin' 8 figures (what,) ain't talkin' simple cash (what?) My life is complex (ok,) go on with your simple a** [Hook] [Verse 2: Small World (Let's go!) Let's give it to the mind of a man Who the mind over manner, won't beef like rude Chris You gotta know that you gotta go through Me and my clique if you want to get to Ludacris I'm a real street dude with a chip on a shoulder The size of a boulder, my heart got colder Since I got signed and I got My pinky ring frozen up like I'm polar (yeah) Young but I act like I'm older Cause my money got growed up, my gun got a motor That I crank like that Roosevelt For that bread I pop that toaster (uh) Tity Boi, Dolla Boy, Willy Northpole Brolic, Shareefa, Shawnna, Bobby, BlockXChange and Serious Jones, and jackpot hotter than a sauna (sauna) Shark have released a monster, we done told you (hey) We just gettin' started Catch me in a party in ATL and I bet your baby don't got more bottles (no) I'm from Raleigh North Carolina (yeah) Get in line 'fore I get you lined up Push your weave back, to where your neck at At the top of your spinal (yeah) When my album drop, they'll worry in Compton To see how much I have been copied (yeah) Lil' mamma don't want me to stop it (no) Cause I keep goin' like an energizer I'm worth more than your billion dollars (yeah) And, my swag's phenomenal See me in Prada, Louis Vuitton It's why I get compliments from your momma Cause my [Hook]