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DING DONG DITCH
Sad Frosty
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Lil Darkie
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(Astro on the beat)
Yuh, ay, bitch, bitch (pussy)
Uh, what? Ay
I been head honcho since a Jit, they know that Frosty, he legit
Bentley swingers in this bitch, they play your song, we hit skip
I'ma eat her, beat her back up, then I pop up with that metro (ay)
I feel like Kobe ballin', (switch) so it's okay for me to pop out (uh-huh)
I make that bitch ride my face (thottie), do the dance like I'm in space (yuh)
Better not try nothin' stupid, got that cutter on my waist
I don't even gotta touch him (bitch), toilet water gang gon' shoot 'em (yuh)
Try to run up on lil' Frosty, pussy boy gon' catch a brusin', ay
Ding dong ditchin' on the block (on the what?), I'm Lil Darkie
Make the wrong move up in this bitch, then crack go sparking (yeah)
Tearin' up your neighborhood like we at a party
I'ma dive up in your bitch, pussy, like my name Jeff Hardy, ay (slide)
Uh, like my name Jeff Hardy, ay
Pull up on your bitch and get my jizz up on her Cartier
But why you talkin' reckless?
Hangin' from your Cuban link, that shit might leave you neckless
A-All these labels on my line, boy, you know you gon' respect it
I got the water, decide to go dump the gun, we can have tons of fun
I don't want none of you niggas to front me, nah
I got the buns to come
Bread! Like a fuckin' baker, put the shaker to your head
All my lines, you reflect, uh, uh, uh
I got the medicine, if you not funny
Then I cannot let 'em in, put him in sediment
I burned the fuck out my high school Letterman
I pop a vitamin, you pop a xanny, then hitting like 10 of 'em, uh
I put that shit on my niggas
And know that I love 'em, I 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 (ye-yeah)
I got no time for the bitch, I switch my flow, make a nigga dick suck (yeah)
I run my plays in the sun that pay, he a fish, then he gonna flip flop (ye-yeah)
Like sandals, stop with the candles
Lit bitch, pray for a nigga big dawg (ye-yeah)
Bitch, pray for a nigga, wrong game for a nigga
You lame with a bitter bitch of (ye-yeah)
Bitch pray for a nigga, run game for a nigga
You lame with a bitter bitch of (ye-yeah)
Bitch, pray for a nigga, run game for a nigga (Ay, Frosty, this shit lit)
You lame with a bitter bitch of, bitch, pray for a nigga
Run game for a nigga, you lame-
Bl-Blickeys on my hip so when we pull up, get to duckin'
M-Masked up, strapped up, bitch, we get to bussin'
Toilet Water Gang and Spider Gang kidnap your cousin
My Tesla made in Cali', but my new lil' bitch, she Russian
Got ADHD can't post no way
Fill lil' brodie up to the booth for his fade
All black babes, so I'm feelin' like a blade
I'ma beat her back out, hit a boy with some lead
Teachers paying short, told that bitch to entertain me
I wish everybody fuck you, broke boy, you too lazy
I been head honcho since a Jit, they know that Frosty, he legit
Bentley swingers in this bitch, they play your song, we hit skip
I'ma eat her, beat her back up, then I pop up with that metro (ay)
I feel like Kobe ballin', (switch) so, it's okay for me to pop out (uh-huh)
Uh!
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