| If I pop, and I snap
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| If I snap, a bitch gonna get slapped
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| So, don’t move, bitch, don’t breathe
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| You look better down on your knees
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| They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
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| They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
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| They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
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| They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
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| You know the boy ain’t got no mannas
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| With them hands on yo daddy, and slap yo mammy
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| Shut up
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| I’m talking. |
| (Damn it)
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| All rise with a walk in. (Damn it)
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| Your honorable King Ding-a-Ling
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| Bitch, say my name
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| I’m King Ding-a-Ling
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| Courts back in session
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| Release the hoes
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| Bitch, back to the scrolls
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| You know daddy got a plan for you
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| And daddy got a prize in his pants for you
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| Champion, well, if we come together.
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| We should come as one
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| If I pop, and I snap
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| If I snap, a bitch gonna get slapped
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| So, don’t move, bitch, don’t breathe
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| You look better down on your knees
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| They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
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| They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
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| They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
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| They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
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| She’s like he’s so manish
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| Yo, but she’s so wit it
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| Cause she ain’t wearin' no panties
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| I’m like here, kitty kitty
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| What it do lil' mamma
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| Yo, is them real titties
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| Yo, and it was like Mardi Gras
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| Cause she downed a drink
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| And she pulled out her left titty out
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| Yea, bitch. |
| That’s what I’m talkin' bout
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| Gettin' loose, go head wild out
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| And, all I saw was ass n' titties
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| VIP full of naked bitches
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| Compliments of a nasty nigga
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| Who else but me, King Ding-a-Ling
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| They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
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| They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
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| They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
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| They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
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| Good evening: Ladies, Gentlemen, Pimps and Whores, and the rest of you animals
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| Dont’cha know that sex sells
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| That’s why my hundred dollar bills smell like pubic hairs
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| She work hard for the money
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| Accused of being a whore, but just an entrepreneur
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| An of course she’s self-employed
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| Learned that cause her momma was a whore before
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| Game face cause ain’t shit funny
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| Daddy like, «Bitch, better have my money!»
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| Now, that’s my kind of whore
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| Go to sleep, and have dreams about King Ding-a-Ling
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| They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
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| They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
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| They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
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| They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
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| If I pop, and I snap
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| If I snap, a bitch gonna get slapped
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| So, don’t move, bitch, don’t breathe
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| You look better down on your knees
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| They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
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| They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
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| They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling
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| They call me Champion King Ding-a-Ling |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Pop, artist - Trick Daddy. Album song Back By Thug Demand, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп