Ay Caramba (Single 2018)

Текст песни Young T & Bugsey feat Stay Flee Get Lizzy, Fredo - Ay Caramba (Single 2018)

Ay Caramba Lyrics[Intro]
S-S-Stay Flee Get Lizzy
S-S-Stay Flee Get Lizzy
S-S-Stay Flee Get Lizzy
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[Chorus: Young T & Bugsey]
Ay, caramba
Body good, body proper
Let me blow all my wonga
All I want is a one dance
Let's tango, baby, whine your waist for me
Let's tango, baby, pretty lady
Let's tango baby, whine your waist for me
Let's tango baby, pretty lady
[Verse 1: Fredo]
My top is Lizzy, don't even touch me
Rap about the streets so these young niggas love me
These Valentinos cost the same as my pumpy
Call me Selfridges, the west gyal love me
Tops from a robbery, shoes are from crunch fiends
So these feds hate the life that I live
We are talkin' about Zeds, I put five on the strip
But I'm missing my sales when she's whining them hips
Today, it's Gucci designing my kicks
Its funny cause double G's the size of her tits
Yeah, I just caught Mercedes all liking my pics
Its funny cause Mercedes designs all my whips
The sun's out, my guns out, babe, come to the fun house
I need ten thousand to come to the club now
I think that she likes me, she wants to be wifey
Nice and she spicy, reminds me of Chinese

[Chorus: Young T & Bugsey]
Ay, caramba
Body good, body proper
Let me blow all my wonga
All I want is a one dance
Let's tango, baby, whine your waist for me
Let's tango, baby, pretty lady
Let's tango baby, whine your waist for me
Let's tango baby, pretty lady
[Verse 2: Fredo]
Ay, caramba
Getting money off of my Lyca number
Give my yungens food, then they will likely bump ya
Tits sit right and I'll like the bumper
Give gyal my phone they write the number
Sitting in jail, so I write my younger
Got three years, he will do slightly under
But he can't keep having fights in jummah
In the club, I ain't into whining and dancing
Them man there dabbing, my diamonds are dancing
You know, I'm Fred', babe, so, why are you askin'?
I'm lean like them shoes you buy in the market
I'm shopping in up town, so, tell them to come round
I've got so much yak in this yard, it won't run out
I don't run for the bus now, I'm bust down
Babe, I don't want your love, 'cause I love pounds

[Chorus: Young T & Bugsey]
Ay, caramba
Body good, body proper
Let me blow all my wonga
All I want is a one dance
Let's tango, baby, whine your waist for me
Let's tango, baby, pretty lady
Let's tango baby, whine your waist for me
Let's tango baby, pretty lady
Ay, caramba
Body good, body proper
Let me blow all my wonga
All I want is a one dance
Let's tango, baby, whine your waist for me
Let's tango, baby, pretty lady
Let's tango baby, whine your waist for me
Let's tango baby, pretty lady