Ying Yang In This Thang
Ying Yang Twins, Hoodratz
Get to the floor, ain't no time run
Ying Yang in this thang, let me see ya twurk sum'
Get to the floor, ain't no time run
Ying Yang in this thang, let me see ya twurk sum'
Ying Yang in this thang (Ying Yang)
Ying Yang in this thang (Ying Yang)
Ying Yang in this thang (Ying Yang)
Ying Yang in this thang (Ying Yang)
Pop that pussy like you suppose to to
Shake that ass like you're dancin' for loot
Like 2 Pac all eyes on you
Make a nigga horny like 2 Live Crew
Hoes get crunk for cheese, damn skippy
Like the bar kays and pay the little whippy
In they jazzy T's, bitches on they knees
Tryna make a nigga pay they ass to see a breeze
Hoes get crunk, for sho, for Gino
Steal from the strill, these bitches is on the pole
One on top, but one down low
Ask them hoes if bout to to take it to the floor, ha
This one for the playas, this one for the g's
This one for the thugs that ride them gold d's
X's and O's, want to fuck these hoes
Talkin' bout they closed, you know how it goes
Hit the club just to see ya little ass
Every nigga in the club got cash
Smokin' weed, sippin' Hen', gettin' drunk
Pop that pussy and get a nigga crunk
Say them niggas want to hate, it's all in the game
We gon make them pop that pussy, Ying Yang in this thang
Them niggas want to hate, it's all in the game
We gon make them pop that pussy, Ying Yang in this thang
Ying Yang in this thang (Ying Yang)
Ying Yang in this thang (Ying Yang)
Ying Yang in this thang (Ying Yang)
Ying Yang in this thang (Ying Yang)
Pop that pussy like you suppose to do
Shake that ass like you're dancin' for loot
Like 2 Pac all eyes on you
Make a nigga horny like 2 Live Crew
You knew it all along, my pussy was fire
Every time you licked the cat, it was like a fuckin' hot
Now I can't getcha to leave me alone,
Small dick ass nigga, take yo ass home
I thought you could fuck, but I had no luck
Stupid ass nigga, you just fucked my day up
The way to make it better, all good and fat
Get down on yo knees, and lick the cat
Spend some, spend some (Come here)
Spend some, spend some (Come here)
Spend some, spend some (Come here)
Spend some, spend some (Come here)
Hoodratz in this thang (Come here)
Hoodratz in this thang (Come here)
Hoodratz in this thang (Come here)
Hoodratz in this thang (Come here)
Say them niggas want to hate, it's all in the game
We gon make them pop that pussy, Ying Yang in this thang
Them niggas want to hate, it's all in the game
We gon make them pop that pussy, Ying Yang in this thang
Ying Yang in this thang (Ying Yang)
Ying Yang in this thang (Ying Yang)
Ying Yang in this thang (Ying Yang)
Ying Yang in this thang (Ying Yang)
Pop that pussy like you suppose to do
Shake that ass like you're dancin' for loot
Like 2 Pac all eyes on you
Make a nigga horny like 2 Live Crew
Let's keep it real, let's keep it real, now here's the deal
Some hoes be pussy poppin' for a fuckin' happy meal
They phony, they disrespect, they get neglect
They all up on the stage, it the mismatched sets
White top, pink drawers on, what in the fuck did they call you
Need ta go to the drawin' board, you don't get the free award
What we like, juicy booty bitches, with the fat friends
Throw them fake hoes off the stage, and let the real hoes represent
Twurk sum, twurk sum, come out
Twurk sum, twurk sum, come out
Twurk sum, twurk sum, come out
Twurk sum, twurk sum, come out
Somebody please (twurk sum, twurk sum, come out)
Call the police (twurk sum, twurk sum, come out)
And get this broad off me (twurk sum, twurk sum, come out)
In the VIP (twurk sum, twurk sum, come out)
Say them niggas want to hate, it's all in the game
We gon make them pop that pussy, Ying Yang in this thang
Them niggas want to hate, it's all in the game
We gon make them pop that pussy, Ying Yang in this thang
Yeah, (get out, get out) y'all thought we were some one hit wonder didn't ya?
Well think again bitch, yeah!
Ying Yang Twins, the Hoodratz, BeatNass
It's the year of the Ying, bitch, and y'all still whistling like you twerkin'
Move away, bitch
Back up, back up, move away, bitch
Back up, back up, move away, bitch
I got a dub in the club, move away, bitch
Back up, back up, move away, bitch (get out, get out)
Back up, back up, move away, bitch (get out, get out)
Back up, back up, move away, bitch (get out, get out)
I got a dub in the club, move away, bitch (get out, get out)
Written by: Cameron Pierce, Deongelo Holmes, Eric JacksonLyrics © Universal Music Publishing GroupLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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