On Dat Dum Shit song by Chink Money from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
On Dat Dum Shit Meaning
| [Awwwww I’m bout to get retarded, yaah! Somebody grab me my helmet! Hook: I be on dat dum shit, I be on dat dum shit Wanna know how dum it gets? Listen to them drum hits Huah, haah! Dum shit! Huah, haah! Dum shit! Wanna know how dum it gets? Listen to them drum hits Verse 1: Bwoy! I’m sending chills through your body Like rumors that your favorite rapper’s Illuminati I’m rolling, slip a E-pill to a hotty Now she’s chasing me around how Benny Hill used to party Open up the door while I’m coming out another one She opens up her legs while I’m cumming in another hun Tighter than a cummerbund, so high I am above the sun Now these rappers pissed but they still ain’t #1 Hahahahaaa on these beats I am a dun da dun Buffet flow, I’ve serve whoever want em some Never been a biiiitch, so I never run from them Instead I’m dancing in the ring, something like Das Wunderkind That was a wrestling joke, I spit new testament flows Before you step to this bro, you should invest in some hope Uggh, you like a penny with a hole in it My style’s bout it bout, meaning there’s no limit , Hook x2 Verse 2: Swag! Oh yes it’s Mr. DC You can call me Chink if you don’t care to keep it PC Always been the shit, you would swear I had the BG’s Hottest thing out, bitches get in your bikinis Yall don’t wanna see me like nude photos of Oprah Sprawled out while Tom Cruise jumps on her sofa Just to keep that body rocking (yuuck!) In other words, this is World War 3 and all you brought was some bottle rockets Tell em they oughtta stop it Before I get outta pocket and coldcock you in the eye and knock it out its socket If you got beef, you better drop it and squash it Like you shopping for burgers and slipped in the spot they were mopping And fell on the meat I’m still on my feet I’ll put you 6 feet deep twice over, that’s 12 underneath Unnecessary how I bury my adversaries You telling fairy tales, my verses is legendary, uggh! Hook x1 Verse 3: Oooh, goddamn I get so ignorant Show up to your wedding, tell your wife she should be licking it Slap her on her buttcheeks, I don’t care who just witnessed it Before you cut the cake, fuck around and slip my dick in it Hope you like vanilla, feel around Til you feel it wiggle round Then you know I put it down, ain’t nobody iller Killer on these beats, all these beats be like “Chink why you killing me?” I be like “shut the fuck up, beat!” Ha! take what you got coming to ya Competition, I can see right through ya Don’t let the jokes and the humor fool ya Cuz any given day my rhymes will outdo ya Bow to the ruler, you don’t know who you fucking with do ya? Better praise me like God, Hallelujah Smoking on a bag of that buddha Got more punch than a jab by Zad Judah Who the… fuck do you think you is? I’m always spitting serious Whether I’m making show money or getting my paycheck from Sears Boy listen clear, I won’t say it again You’ll never win, not by the hair on my fucking ballsack bitch! , Hook x2] |
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