CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : DING DONG DITCH
Ah-ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Astro on the beat!
Yuh
Aye
b*t*h
(b*t*h) pu**y!
Uh
What?
Aye!
I been head honcho since a jit, they know lil' Frosty, he legit
Bentley swingers in this b*t*h, they play your song, we hit skip
I’mma eat her, beat her back up, then I pop up with that metro
I feel like Kobe ballin', so, it's okay for me to pop out
I make that b*t*h ride my face, do the dance, like I’m in space
Better not try nothin' stupid, got that cutter on my waist
I dont even gotta touch him, toilet water gang 'gon shoot 'em
Try to run up on lil' Frosty, pu**y boy 'gon catch a brusin', aye
Ding dong ditchin' on the block in the dark
Make the wrong move up in this b*t*h, then [?] go sparking
Tearin’ up your neighborhood like we at a party
I’mma dive up in your b*t*h pu**y like my name Jeff Hardy, aye
Uh
Like my name Jeff Hardy, aye
Pull up on your b*t*h and get my jizz up on her Cartier (But why you talkin' reckless?)
Hangin’ from your Cuban link, that sh*t might leave you neckless
A-All these labels on my line, boy, you know you gon' respect it
had to go dump the gun, we can have tons of fun
I don't wanna need you n***as to front me, nah, I got the buns to come
Bread! Like a f**kin' baker, put the shaker to your head
I got the medicine, if you not funny, then I cannot let ’em in, put him in sediment
I burned the f**k out my high school Letterman, I pop a vitamin, you pop a xanny, then hitting like 10 of 'em, uh
I put that sh*t on my n***as, I know that I love 'em will never get better than
Mama, no matter how many I got on my commas, I promise
Draco got a big pop (Yeah), NATO rounds, and I make those pounds in the back of a flatbed truck
I got no time for the b*t*h, I switch my flow, make a n***a d**k suck
I run my plays in the sun that pay, he a fish, then he gonna flip flop
Like sandals, stop with the candles, lit b*t*h, pray for a n***a big [?]
b*t*h, pray for a n***a, run game for a n***a
You lame [?], b*t*h, pray for a n***a, run game for a n***a
You lame [?], b*t*h, pray for a n***a, run game for a n***a (Aye, Frosty, this sh*t lit)
You lame [?], b*t*h, pray for a n***a, run game for a n***a, you lame-! (Uh, yeah!)
Bl-Blickeys on my waist, so, when we pull up, get to duckin'
M-Masked-up, strapped-up, b*t*h, we get to bussin'
Toilet Water Gang and Spider Gang kidnap your cousin
My Tesla made in Cali', but my new lil' b*t*h, she Russian
Got ADHD can't post no way, [?] to the booth for his fade
All black babes, so I'm feelin' like a blade, I'mma beat him back out hit a [?]
Teachers paying short, told that b*t*h to entertain me
I wish everybody f**k you, broke boy, you too lazy
I been head honcho since a jit, they know lil' Frosty, he legit
Bentley swingers in this b*t*h, they play your song, we hit skip
I'mma eat her, beat her back up, then I pop up with that metro
I feel like Kobe ballin', so, it's okay for me to pop out
Uh!
Astro on the beat!
Yuh
Aye
b*t*h
(b*t*h) pu**y!
Uh
What?
Aye!
I been head honcho since a jit, they know lil' Frosty, he legit
Bentley swingers in this b*t*h, they play your song, we hit skip
I’mma eat her, beat her back up, then I pop up with that metro
I feel like Kobe ballin', so, it's okay for me to pop out
I make that b*t*h ride my face, do the dance, like I’m in space
Better not try nothin' stupid, got that cutter on my waist
I dont even gotta touch him, toilet water gang 'gon shoot 'em
Try to run up on lil' Frosty, pu**y boy 'gon catch a brusin', aye
Ding dong ditchin' on the block in the dark
Make the wrong move up in this b*t*h, then [?] go sparking
Tearin’ up your neighborhood like we at a party
I’mma dive up in your b*t*h pu**y like my name Jeff Hardy, aye
Uh
Like my name Jeff Hardy, aye
Pull up on your b*t*h and get my jizz up on her Cartier (But why you talkin' reckless?)
Hangin’ from your Cuban link, that sh*t might leave you neckless
A-All these labels on my line, boy, you know you gon' respect it
had to go dump the gun, we can have tons of fun
I don't wanna need you n***as to front me, nah, I got the buns to come
Bread! Like a f**kin' baker, put the shaker to your head
I got the medicine, if you not funny, then I cannot let ’em in, put him in sediment
I burned the f**k out my high school Letterman, I pop a vitamin, you pop a xanny, then hitting like 10 of 'em, uh
I put that sh*t on my n***as, I know that I love 'em will never get better than
Mama, no matter how many I got on my commas, I promise
Draco got a big pop (Yeah), NATO rounds, and I make those pounds in the back of a flatbed truck
I got no time for the b*t*h, I switch my flow, make a n***a d**k suck
I run my plays in the sun that pay, he a fish, then he gonna flip flop
Like sandals, stop with the candles, lit b*t*h, pray for a n***a big [?]
b*t*h, pray for a n***a, run game for a n***a
You lame [?], b*t*h, pray for a n***a, run game for a n***a
You lame [?], b*t*h, pray for a n***a, run game for a n***a (Aye, Frosty, this sh*t lit)
You lame [?], b*t*h, pray for a n***a, run game for a n***a, you lame-! (Uh, yeah!)
Bl-Blickeys on my waist, so, when we pull up, get to duckin'
M-Masked-up, strapped-up, b*t*h, we get to bussin'
Toilet Water Gang and Spider Gang kidnap your cousin
My Tesla made in Cali', but my new lil' b*t*h, she Russian
Got ADHD can't post no way, [?] to the booth for his fade
All black babes, so I'm feelin' like a blade, I'mma beat him back out hit a [?]
Teachers paying short, told that b*t*h to entertain me
I wish everybody f**k you, broke boy, you too lazy
I been head honcho since a jit, they know lil' Frosty, he legit
Bentley swingers in this b*t*h, they play your song, we hit skip
I'mma eat her, beat her back up, then I pop up with that metro
I feel like Kobe ballin', so, it's okay for me to pop out
Uh!
