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Yo-yo - Yo Yo Funk Şarkı Sözleri
that yo yo funk, that´s what it is (you gotta put me on) (damn yo yo) givin´ it to you (oh yeah) (slam the d´s on the benzo, pancake by the gate) (verse 1) because of my funk, niggas wanna wax me and tax me got me feelin´ uncomfortable like my maxi people tend to ask me, yo yo is your shit??? smooth like a baby´s ass, the kinda funk that make lo-lo´s crass smash up the street, stash on my heat ridin´ in my hood deep bumpin´ battlecat´s beats i´m on a regular, all on my celular phone cause the fleas won´t leave me alone many high to the hips, that freak mamma shit lips glossy, lookin´ hella saucy and flossin´ i got that vibe, hat cocked to the side representing, ain´t that right? you know me, i know you, you know the flavour i be bringin´ a little funky song, can´t you sing it, yeah... (chorus) (verse 2) now fellas say my funk is the bomb i´m a beatiful black girl but my hair is blonde very special like hennasy and all the fly funky nigga rolls wanna freak with me it is i... y-o-y-o so fly, skirt to the thigh, am i... flava so sweet you could eat you´d probably need a toothpick to pick out your teeth because i told ya my flava was the bomb and now you got... flava on your tongue left sprung, hung by one lady, nothing but a fly girl thing big baby let it begin for the nine, feel me and ruff dogg getting bent off hen´ it´s all gravy so let the beat bump and get used to this yo yo funk! (chorus) (verse 3) well it´s yo yo, high as a missle and i just love a fistful of fuckin´ c-notes and i´m glad i didn´t grow to be no material ass chick to jock a young brother for his rich we bout to do this funk my way we bout to hit the higway sideways out the driveway it ain´t no sense in playing games i roll with that true d-funk, battlecat´s the name you know me, you know i´m mobbin´ heasd bobbin´ that yo yo funk´ll keep ´em rockin´ fresh out the jam, looking hella trim suit tight and right, hittin´ the show tonight, yeah it ain´t no sense in makin´ faces ain´t no chick in the street takin´ places, face it don´t stop the rock, keep it movin´ yo yo´s in the house with that ghetto style, keep groovin´ (chorus till fade...) |
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