Lyrics:
Sugar dumpling, you're my baby
I love you in every way
Sugar dumpling, you're my baby
My love grows stronger everyday, yeah
Sugar dumpling
Dumplings dumplings
Yeah, bitch I want the dumplings (I want dumplings)
Yeah, bitch, I want dumplings, give me dumplings
I want the dumplings
I want
I stood in a store, a sausage in my mouth
And when I saw the dumplings
Thought I was going to shout
Then I cast a cursory glance
Sugar dumpling, you're my baby
I love you in every way
Sugar dumpling, you're my baby
My love grows stronger everyday, yeah
Sugar dumpling, you're my
I eat 'em in the morning
I eat 'em at night
I eat 'em everyday 'cause they make me feel
All fucking right
I love pan fried dumplings
I love pan fried
And if they didn't call you niceness
And how about sugar dumpling?
Then I guess they didn't tell you nothing, no
And if they didn't call you sweetness
In a cozy kitchen, where the pans all sing,
There jumped a dumpling, doing his spring.
With a hop and a leap, on the sizzling stage,
He danced so
La la la...
年夜饭上吃饺子
饺子里头包吉祥
热气腾腾欢声笑
Dumpling dumpling yum yum yum
Dumpling dumpling yum yum yum
Dumpling dumpling yum yum yum
La la la...
Pork
Badman out and stunting
Coil dem thick like dumpling
Gyal with big batti jumping
Action ready fi di thumping
Fresh like Portland beach
Juvie
Yeah
Skrrrrt
Uh, uh
JOYANG in the house
Will Lin in the building (That’s the Lick)
Yuh
I call this dumplings
Cuz when the dumplings are out,
Death Dumplings, Death Dumplings
We'll rock your face right to the bone
Death Dumplings, Death Dumplings
We'll smoke you out before the show
We
of stoges
I'm cooking all the dumplings
I'm cooking all the dumplings
Motherfuckers want to act funny
Trying to be a man when your nose is all runny
Go
Diddle, diddle, dumpling
My son John
Went to bed
With his blue jeans on
One shoe off
And one shoe on
Diddle, diddle, dumpling
My son John
Diddle,
a hand full of stoges
I'm cooking all the dumplings
I'm cooking all the dumplings
Motherfuckers want to act funny
Trying to be a man when your nose
sex
Negative beef tears
Perfect everything
Age sex
Please keep in mind that you can sit with your baby or something
Lesson dumplings less than
Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John
Went to bed with his trousers on
One shoe off, and the other shoe on
Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John!
dumpling
Squeeze up your something
My sweet sugar dumpling
My sweet little darling
Corner of my eye I could see you was glancing
At the bar and I caught you
A dumpling is a dumpling except
Be it flour and shortening
A fine rice paper wrapping
A dumpling is a dumpling except
Hearty fare for the winter
Beat hot like I took it from the oven
When the beat drop mi nyam
It like it's dumpling
When the beat drop mi nyam
It like it's dumpling
(When
Ting a ling a ling school bell a ring
Knife and fork ah fight fi dumpling
Booyaka Booyaka call for Shabba Ranking
Shabba Rankin disappear wid di half
Oh, we'll all go out to
Meet her when she comes
We'll all have chicken and
Dumplings when she comes
We'll all have chicken and
Dumplings when she comes
Five years, five years
We order Chinese, I'm eating my dumplings
You reach over and you take my dumpling
You don't even say, "Do you mind?"
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Nudlar och dumplings vad vill ni ha och när ni har ätit klart så frågar jag
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Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John
Went to bed with his trousers on
One shoe off and one shoe on
Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John
Diddle diddle
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