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Ay Caramba Lyrics - Artist : M24
Ay, Rocky, this is wavy
Tyy on the beat Uhh Ayy Get back I tell the driver don't stop like buju Got my bare hands on the ting like fufu Uhuh-uhuh, I will never leave my bro, that's mudu Jumped out on smoke and he disappeared like juju She got her head screwed on but she can never be my bubu Ay caramba, got some big batty gyal with bumper I let her leave with my kids in her mouth, no, I never let her leave with my jumper Spark that shit like thunder, burn man's bro like gunja I wonder, I wonder, how many opps got done last summer Bang that shit, I'm a drummer, I'm a young president where I'm from, Obama What a bummer, he should've turned pack like his brother Sucker, sucker, you know all the pies come Pukka GB's nearly turnt him pack as well, what a lucky fucker Brown one, she a dirty ucker, can't lie, she's criss like Tucker Bare opps get spread like butter, nutter, slap, don't left that cutter Run man down with smoker's lungs, I'm really upfront like Salah Show them skill, now they're doing up legs like Farah Getting loved by some boujee bitches, lifes kind of changed And I don't even know how that boy turnt pack, it's kind of strange I done it in a fuck off Range, I'm pissed that I never got to add that K ST got blammed in his face, silly, and then he got blammed again Get back 'cause we got down JaySav, get back 'cause we got SA And they ain't done shit for the friend all now, he's ashamed We scored points they claim but we gave it to them for the undies sake Bro back-backed it and slapped it right in front of the undies faces Buss that case, no evy, evy, press that off, get shelly, shelly Head, chest, back and belly, belly, now the drill's on telly We don't touch kids, R Kelly, I'm tryna do man's boss like Belly (I'm tryna do man's boss like Belly) But I ain't tryna go out wrong like Melly Pack coming in smelly, I still stirr food like delis It weren't no normal ambulance, he got picked up by heli' I've seen man shake like jelly, two hands on the ting and get shelly They're not ready, I been on the 8 and 6 already Mask on like Freddy, so the cameras can't see fully I been disturbing London, I ain't talking Dumi Niggas turn fake for the pussy, facts, niggas just change for the pussy Me, I won't change for the pussy, facts, I'm just getting paid like a booky I tell the driver don't stop like buju Got my bare hands on the ting like fufu Uhuh-uhuh, I will never leave my bro, that's mudu Jumped out on smoke and he disappeared like juju She got her head screwed on but she can never be my bubu Get back |
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