TRICK DADDY lyrics : "I Pop"
If I snap, a (*##$ gonna get slapped.
So, don't move, (*##$, don't breathe.
You look better down on your knees.
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling.
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling.
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling.
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling.
You know the boy ain't got no mannas.
With them hands on yo daddy, and slap yo mammy.
Shut up.
I'm talking. (Damn it)
All rise with a walk in. (Damn it)
Your honorable King Ding-a-Ling
(*##$, say my name.
I'm King Ding-a-Ling
Courts back in session.
Release the hoes.
(*##$, back to the scrolls.
You know daddy got a plan for you.
and daddy got a prize in his pants for you.
Champion, well, if we come together..
we should come as one.
If I pop, and I snap.
If I snap, a (*##$ gonna get slapped.
So, don't move, (*##$, don't breathe.
You look better down on your knees.
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling.
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling.
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling.
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling.
She's like he's so manish.
Yo, but she's so wit it
Cause she ain't wearin' no panties
I'm like here, kitty kitty.
What it do lil' mamma.
Yo, is them real !@%$.
Yo, and it was like Mardi Gras.
Cause she downed a drink
and she pulled out her left titty out.
Yea, (*##$. That's what I'm talkin' bout.
Gettin' loose, go head wild out.
And, all I saw was $$# n' !@%$.
VIP full of naked (*##$es.
Compliments of a nasty ^!$$%.
Who else but me, King Ding-a-Ling.
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling.
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling.
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling.
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling.
Good evening: Ladies, Gentlemen, Pimps and !@^%s, and the rest of you animals.
Dont'cha know that sex sells.
That's why my hundred dollar bills smell like pubic hairs.
She work hard for the money.
Accused of being a !@^%, but just an entrepreneur
An of course she's self-employed.
Learned that cause her momma was a !@^% before.
Game face cause ain't %#@! funny.
Daddy like, "(*##$, better have my money!"
Now, that's my kind of !@^%.
Go to sleep, and have dreams about King Ding-a-Ling.
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling.
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling.
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling.
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling.
If I pop, and I snap.
If I snap, a (*##$ gonna get slapped.
So, don't move, (*##$, don't breathe.
You look better down on your knees.
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling.
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling.
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling.
They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling.
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