Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ding Dong , by - Mak Sauce. Release date: 03.01.2022
Song language: English
Ding Dong |
| Shake it, shake it |
| MATHIAS, let’s go |
| Shake it, shake it (Uh) |
| Shake it, shake it (Yeah) |
| Shake it, shake it |
| Speed through with a choppa on the front seat |
| Hittin' all head, we ain’t hittin' no feet |
| Hah, hah, hah, bullets hit him |
| Twenty Percs, everybody in this room be |
| I don’t even wanna fuck, I want on knees |
| Hundred round on a chop, make 'em all bleed |
| She sniff too much coca, and she got nose bleed |
| How that nigga hatin' and he don’t even know me? |
| Ding dong, bitch I’m at your front door |
| Hit him with a hundred round drum on a Draco |
| Wet his whole block up, bitch I need a raincoat |
| Froze up diamonds on me, so cold |
| Hundred round drum on the Draco |
| Slide with a hundred round drum on the Draco |
| Slide with a hundred round drum on the Draco |
| Slide with a hundred round drum out the Draco |
| Ain’t finna DM on IG |
| Slide the .80, you’ll see me on your street |
| Say what, what that nigga say about me? |
| Like I do, keep a goddamn tool in my jeans (Hit it) |
| Pop, pop, pop, pop at that pussy boy |
| Rob you for your goodies boy, all black hoodie, boy |
| Boy, that nigga nigga weird, he a pussy, call him coochie boy |
| Fuck her then I pick her, I guess you can call me booger boy |
| Nigga said he gonna slide (Slide) |
| Do that shit mean all of 'em don’t die (Blah, blah) |
| In my head, I don’t give a fuck 'bout silence |
| Still gettin' bread, give a damn 'bout what y’all say |
| Ding dong, bitch I’m at your front door |
| Hit him with a hundred round drum on a Draco |
| Wet his whole block up, bitch I need a raincoat |
| Froze up diamonds on me, so cold |
| Hundred round drum on the Draco |
| Slide with a hundred round drum on the Draco |
| Slide with a hundred round drum on the Draco |
| Slide with a hundred round drum out the Draco |
| If a nigga talk, we get him whacked up, bags up |
| 'Fore your whole block get clapped up, clap somethin' |
| He don’t clap nothin', he get wrapped up |
| Then we try to whack somethin', we ain’t tryna pack nothin' |
| Whack his ass, whack his ass, get his ass, lack until we kill his ass |
| Headshot, headshot, that’s another body bag |
| Burn his ass up like him on me |
| Pull up on his front street, he callin' the police |
| Ding dong, bitch I’m at your front door |
| Hit him with a hundred round drum on a Draco |
| Wet his whole block up, bitch I need a raincoat |
| Froze up diamonds on me, so cold |
| Hundred round drum on the Draco |
| Slide with a hundred round drum on the Draco |
| Slide with a hundred round drum on the Draco |
| Slide with a hundred round drum on the Draco |
| Hundred round drum on the Draco |
| Slide with a hundred round drum on the Draco |
| Slide with a hundred round drum on the Draco |
| Slide with a hundred round drum on the Draco |