Ay Caramba

Lyrics

[Intro] S-S-Stay Flee Get Lizzy S-S-Stay Flee Get Lizzy S-S-Stay Flee Get Lizzy Toddla T produc-y [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's Lizzy, don't even touch me Rap 'bout the streets so them young niggas love me These Valentinos cost the same as my pumpy Call me Selfridges, the west gyal love me Top's from a robbery, shoes are from cunch fiends So these feds hate the life that I live We are talkin' about Z's, I put five on the strip But, I'm missin' my sales when she's whinin' them hips Today, it's Gucci designin' my kicks Its funny 'cause double G's the size of her tits Yeah, I just caught Mercedes all likin' my pics And it's funny 'cause Mercedes designs all my whips The sun's out, my gun's 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 Gettin' 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 Sittin' in jail, so I write my younger Got three years, he'll do slightly under But he can't keep havin' fights in jummah In the club, I ain't into whinin' and dancin' Them man there are dabbin', my diamonds are dancin' You know, I'm Fred', babe, so, why are you askin'? I'm lean like them shoes you buy in the market I'm shoppin' 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