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Aaaaayven I have a dream Charisma! I see you workin Keep on twerkin Saw me eyein Now we eye again Can't fuck with my yang, can't fuck with my yang, can't fuck with my yang Can't fuck with my yang, can't fuck with my yang, can't fuck with my yang Can't fuck with my yang, can't fuck with my yang, can't fuck with my yang Can't fuck with my yang, can't fuck with my yang, really can't fuck with my yang Nigga The way you shakin it on me, got them niggas so horny Baby stretch for a nigga, bake and smoke for a nigga Damn that ass so amazing, drive a young nigga crazy Up and down like hydraulics, that shit is out of pocket Okay, niggas know I get paid Getting money nigga like every day Love a thick girl so that's hella K All these hoes on me like every way Haha, shake shake it like red nose Letras de cancionesKnew you was on me from the get go Hold a nigga up, don't let go Watch me do my thang, can't fuck with my yang I see you workin Keep on twerkin Saw me eyein Now we eye again Can't fuck with my yang, can't fuck with my yang, can't fuck with my yang Can't fuck with my yang, can't fuck with my yang, can't fuck with my yang Can't fuck with my yang, can't fuck with my yang, can't fuck with my yang Can't fuck with my yang, can't fuck with my yang, really can't fuck with my yang Nigga She different, make her back bend Work her ass off like a loose end I told her ass, go ahead call a friend And now a nigga yea give her 2 twins My niggas best like she just said hachu She got the dunkin, I love how she move Baby girl twerkin, she sweatin she workin She grindin, she flirtin, and I'm bout the merkin Oh she got a nigga poking LA face but her body from Oakland Got her on one like she was rollin Swerving that ass like it was stolen I see you workin Keep on twerkin Saw me eyein Now we eye again Can't fuck with my yang, can't fuck with my yang, can't fuck with my yang Can't fuck with my yang, can't fuck with my yang, can't fuck with my yang Can't fuck with my yang, can't fuck with my yang, can't fuck with my yang Can't fuck with my yang, can't fuck with my yang, really can't fuck with my yang Nigga Uh, my face will look better in-between yo legs I heard you got the bundle up but where's the bread? Ghost ridin, she got that fire head Undercover turn but I don't fuck with the feds No no, razor can't do that Black T, gold chain like who that? Make it clap, I throw a stack, bad batch Gold plaques, young straight and I know that And the city boys tell me bout that That life, I'm about that California hot boy, I'm a real boy No decoys, set on 0-12-6 then I destroy, uh I see you workin Keep on twerkin Saw me eyein Now we eye again Can't fuck with my yang, can't fuck with my yang, can't fuck with my yang Can't fuck with my yang, can't fuck with my yang, can't fuck with my yang Can't fuck with my yang, can't fuck with my yang, can't fuck with my yang Can't fuck with my yang, can't fuck with my yang, really can't fuck with my yang Nigga Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God oh oh Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God oh oh Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God oh oh Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God oh oh Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God oh oh Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God oh oh From Letras Mania