rbl posse - bitches on the ding dong lyrics
[chorus]
this goes to the b-tches that’s hanging from my ding-dong
this goes to the b-tches that’s hanging from my ding-dong
this goes to the b-tches that’s hanging from my ding-dong
this goes to the b-tches that’s hanging from my ding-dong
[verse 1: mr. cee]
it’s mr. cee, on the microphone
you know a gangsta like me can never go wrong
b-tches see, fill they need
are on my jock as if they was greedy
for my d-ck, or my m-th-f-ckin’ ding-dong
whatever you wanna call it, it’s still going on
a harbor road player, b-tch, i’m gonna slay ya
you say, “eat my out,” i’m pullin’ out your jadas
your extensions, f-ck, i hate to mention
a b-tch like you, sh-t, i tried to lynch you
with my m-th-f-ckin’ d-ck around your neck
so strong, that you was hanging from my ding-dong
[chorus]
(“stay off my d-ck, n-gga”)
this goes to the b-tches that’s hanging from my ding-dong
(“stay off my d-ck, n-gga”)
this goes to the b-tches that’s hanging from my ding-dong
(“stay off my d-ck, n-gga”)
this goes to the b-tches that’s hanging from my ding-dong
(“stay off my d-ck, n-gga”)
[verse 2: black c]
yes me, the b-l-a-c-k c
comin’ straight out the diggy-diggy-hrd
young punk, you better get back
you sucka new jack, before you get sprayed by the black
young chris, a m-th-f-ckin’ factor
and when the sun go down, a straight jacker
have you been in this f-ckin’ situation
when a b-tch start pumpin’ on her f-ckin’ menstruation?
punk trick, you poppin’ thrm nodoz
tryna play me out like a b-tch named yo-yo
or should i say a hoe though
i’ll manipulate your lips and wrap it around my ding-dong
or should i say my king kong
six inches round and seven inches long
so listen to this funky song
‘cause it’s going to the b-tches that’s hanging from my ding-dong
[chorus]
(“stay off my d-ck, n-gga”)
this goes to the b-tches that’s hanging from my ding-dong
(“stay off my d-ck, n-gga”)
this goes to the b-tches that’s hanging from my ding-dong
(“stay off my d-ck, n-gga”)
this goes to the b-tches that’s hanging from my ding-dong
(“stay off my d-ck, n-gga”)
[verse 3: mr. cee]
some hoes don’t laugh, some hoes do
well, if you pull out my ding-dong, you’re getting screwed
get you high off dank, your potnas pull a fade
i scoop ‘em, wondering, f-ck, i’m going for the gank
move, so drop the panties
so i could bust a nut and wax that f-nny
then i’ll roll on my back, you start to ride me
f-ckin’ you so good i thought your p-ssy was crying
then you get up and say ‘thank you’
kiss my d-ck before i have to spank you
i got a d-ck that’s black and long
but on harbor, um, it’s called a m-th-f-ckin’ ding-dong
[chorus]
(“stay off my d-ck, n-gga”)
this goes to the b-tches that’s hanging from my ding-dong
(“stay off my d-ck, n-gga”)
this goes to the b-tches that’s hanging from my ding-dong
(“stay off my d-ck, n-gga”)
this goes to the b-tches that’s hanging from my ding-dong
(“stay off my d-ck, n-gga”)
[verse 4: black c]
black c, down for the cause
take her to the motel, go up in the drawers
‘cause i’m a player, a m-th-f-ckin’ rhyme sayer
when it comes to b-tches, i’m never fair
‘cause a n-gga like me is on the ruthless tip
i grab a thick b-tch and then i take a dip
to the m-th-f-ckin’ mo-mo, ‘cause i’m not a h0m-
415 frisco and i’ve got it going on
the domino, droppin’ folks just like dominoes
them jealous -ss n-ggas, yeah, y’all got drama, hoes
or should i say tricks
hoes hanging from the nuts and you wanna hang from my d-ck
it’s the m-th-f-ckin’ last time
you see the sunshine tryna f-ck with what’s mine
jealous n-ggas getting socked in the nose
and this coming from harbor road and going out to the hoes
[chorus]
(“stay off my d-ck, n-gga”)
this goes to the b-tches that’s hanging from my ding-dong
(“stay off my d-ck, n-gga”) my boy switch ding-dong
this goes to the b-tches that’s hanging from my ding-dong
(“stay off my d-ck, n-gga”) the whole bankroll posse ding-dong
this goes to the b-tches that’s hanging from my ding-dong
(“stay off my d-ck, n-gga”) frisco’s ding-dong?
this goes to the b-tches that’s hanging from my ding-dong
(“stay off my d-ck, n-gga”) palo alto ding-dongs
this goes to the b-tches that’s hanging from my ding-dong
(“stay off my d-ck, n-gga”) on oaktown’s ding-dongs?
this goes to the b-tches that’s hanging from my ding-dong
f-ck it, all our ding-dongs
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