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chink money - on dat dum shit lyrics

awwwww i’m bout to get r-t-rded, yaah!
somebody grab me my helmet!

hook:
i be on dat dum sh-t, i be on dat dum sh-t
wanna know how dum it gets? listen to them drum hits
huah, haah! dum sh-t! huah, haah! dum sh-t!
wanna know how dum it gets? listen to them drum hits

verse 1:
bwoy! i’m sending chills through your body
like rumors that your favorite rapper’s illuminati
i’m rolling, slip a e-pill to a hotty
now she’s chasing me around how benny hill used to party
open up the door while i’m coming out another one
she opens up her legs while i’m c-mming in another hun
tighter than a c-mmerbund, so high i am above the sun
now these rappers p-ssed but they still ain’t #1
hahahahaaa on these beats i am a dun da dun
buffet flow, i’ve serve whoever want em some
never been a biiiitch, so i never run from them
instead i’m dancing in the ring, something like das wunderkind
that was a wrestling joke, i spit new testament flows
before you step to this bro, you should invest in some hope
uggh, you like a penny with a hole in it
my style’s bout it bout, meaning there’s no limit

hook x2

verse 2:
swag! oh yes it’s mr. dc
you can call me ch-nk if you don’t care to keep it pc
always been the sh-t, you would swear i had the bg’s
hottest thing out, b-tches get in your bikinis
yall don’t wanna see me like nude photos of oprah
sprawled out while tom cruise jumps on her sofa
just to keep that body rocking (yuuck!)
in other words, this is world war 3 and all you brought was some bottle rockets
tell em they oughtta stop it
before i get outta pocket and coldc-ck you in the eye and knock it out its socket
if you got beef, you better drop it and squash it
like you shopping for burgers and slipped in the spot they were mopping
and fell on the meat
i’m still on my feet
i’ll put you 6 feet deep twice over, that’s 12 underneath
unnecessary how i bury my adversaries
you telling fairy tales, my verses is legendary, uggh!

hook x1

verse 3:
oooh, godd-mn i get so ignorant
show up to your wedding, tell your wife she should be l!cking it
slap her on her b-ttcheeks, i don’t care who just witnessed it
before you cut the cake, f-ck around and slip my d-ck in it
hope you like vanilla, feel around
til you feel it wiggle round
then you know i put it down, ain’t n0body iller
k!ller on these beats, all these beats be like “ch-nk why you k!lling me?”
i be like “shut the f-ck up, beat!”
ha! take what you got coming to ya
compet-tion, i can see right through ya
don’t let the jokes and the humor fool ya
cuz any given day my rhymes will outdo ya
bow to the ruler, you don’t know who you f-cking with do ya?
better praise me like god, hallelujah
smoking on a bag of that buddha
got more punch than a jab by zad judah
who the… f-ck do you think you is? i’m always spitting serious
whether i’m making show money or getting my paycheck from sears
boy listen clear, i won’t say it again
you’ll never win, not by the hair on my f-cking b-llsack b-tch!

hook x2

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