Ay Caramba

Album: Single release only (2018)
Charted: 32
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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 feed
    So these feds hate the life that I live
    We are talkin about z's I put five on the strip
    But i'm missing my sells when she is wining them hips
    Today its 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 suns 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 asking?
    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 bus 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
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