trick daddy - i pop lyrics
if i pop, and i snap.
if i snap, a b-tch gonna get slapped.
so, don’t move, b-tch, 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. (d-mn it)
all rise with a walk in. (d-mn it)
your honorable king ding-a-ling
b-tch, say my name.
i’m king ding-a-ling
courts back in session.
release the hoes.
b-tch, 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 b-tch gonna get slapped.
so, don’t move, b-tch, 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 t-tties.
yo, and it was like mardi gras.
cause she downed a drink
and she pulled out her left t-tty out.
yea, b-tch. that’s what i’m talkin’ bout.
gettin’ loose, go head wild out.
and, all i saw was -ss n’ t-tties.
vip full of naked b-tches.
compliments of a nasty n-gg-.
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 wh-r-s, and the rest of you animals.
dont’cha know that s-x sells.
that’s why my hundred dollar bills smell like pubic hairs.
she work hard for the money.
accused of being a wh-r-, but just an entrepreneur
an of course she’s self-employed.
learned that cause her momma was a wh-r- before.
game face cause ain’t sh-t funny.
daddy like, “b-tch, better have my money!”
now, that’s my kind of wh-r-.
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 b-tch gonna get slapped.
so, don’t move, b-tch, 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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