Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hold Ya Breath, artist - Trick Daddy. Album song Lost Sessions, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2012
Record label: Mo Thugs
Song language: English
Hold Ya Breath |
| If I pop, and I snap |
| If I snap, a bitch gonna get slapped |
| So, don’t move, bitch, 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 |
| Bitch, say my name |
| I’m King Ding-a-Ling |
| Courts back in session |
| Release the hoes |
| Bitch, 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 bitch gonna get slapped |
| So, don’t move, bitch, 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 titties |
| Yo, and it was like Mardi Gras |
| Cause she downed a drink |
| And she pulled out her left titty out |
| Yea, bitch. |
| That’s what I’m talkin' bout |
| Gettin' loose, go head wild out |
| And, all I saw was ass n' titties |
| VIP full of naked bitches |
| Compliments of a nasty nigga |
| 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 Whores, 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 whore, but just an entrepreneur |
| An of course she’s self-employed |
| Learned that cause her momma was a whore before |
| Game face cause ain’t shit funny |
| Daddy like, «Bitch, better have my money!» |
| Now, that’s my kind of whore |
| 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 bitch gonna get slapped |
| So, don’t move, bitch, 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 |