Lyrics:
Ying Yang, Collipark, East park
Ooh, shorty off the chain right there
Baby, I don't mean to stare
I want you to know you're the shit fo' sho', girl
bet we got some
Bustas discuss us, niggas poppin' all the Ying-Yang
Still the Dogg Pound Gang (DPG, Man)
Beats still funky, Beats by the Pound in
with the Ying Yang Twins
Last night I fell in love with an O.G.
He crept up on me
And this what he told me
He said
This is the "Wait" remix
This
Ey, dis D-Roc from the Ying Yang Twins (yup)
And I got Da Muzicians, Big Countrie, and B Gizzle to help me show y'all how ta walk
Dis is a new
stop Ima creep (Ima Creep)/
Don’t care if they related just call me Cousin Skeet (AOH!)/
And I be skeeting like the Ying Yang (Facts)/
Twin thot pockets
stop Ima creep (Ima Creep)/
Don’t care if they related just call me Cousin Skeet (AOH!)/
And I be skeeting like the Ying Yang (Facts)/
Twin thot pockets
stop Ima creep (Ima Creep)/
Don’t care if they related just call me Cousin Skeet (AOH!)/
And I be skeeting like the Ying Yang (Facts)/
Twin thot pockets
down on my name
I’m in the trenches surrounded by gang
Me and ItsLae like Ying and Yang
All of these hoes on my ding-a-ling
wanna pop that ying-yang
I tell em, "Sit down, shut up bitch, and let me kick game" (y'know)
Cause hoes always be sayin' they got it goin on but if they
Ey, dis D-Roc from the Ying Yang Twins (yup)
And I got Da Muzicians, Big Countrie, and B Gizzle to help me show y'all how ta walk
Dis is a new
back to me (Bring)
I was in the rain coat
I was starving in the E (Cold)
Ying yang twins, bang bang, skeet skeet
(Skeet)
Tryna mate, I got hoes in my
it wasn't for these drugs I probably would've crash
I lost my homie to the streets he was supposed to have my back
Rubber banding money by
I might park the Benz,
cint no hoe in me my nigga you can't call my twin,
It cint no hoe in me my nigga you can't call my twin,
You no stepper, put
get one reply
Shut em down quick
And we're setting up shop
If she's shakin that ass
I'm gonna wanna see it drop
Like the Ying-Yang Twins
Gonna find me
they ain't about nuttin'
They steady with that ying-yang, you already my thing-thang
Let's fly, two first class, mimosas in the glass
White sand, when
not shaking like a salt shaker
Ying Yang Twins
I dream
Balenciaga on my feet
I dream
I drive a rari every week
She’ll scheme the designer on my feet
She
bitches no ying yang
My style just changed but I'm still the same
Vvs cuttin Up like a switchblade
Burning like a Taki niggas catching my flame
Tsunami
be wetty
Finna do a headspin cause this shits my jam
Ying Yang Twins got your bitch like damn
Gnarly ratchet stupid and crazy
If the rappin don't work
We use pre paid shit's
They listen to we whisper
Like the Ying Yang Twins
I cook grams up, boil 'em in ether
So my tag with the kush
Man more than your
Fucked up Chingy's song
Afro-mother fuckin-man cant stand no mother fuckin Ying-Yang Twins
I think Lil John and the Eastside Boys is an ignorant,
respect for all the old hoes (yeah)
Rode my dick when I was nothin' (rode my dick when I was nothin')
Got some money, now I'm fuckin' twin sisters, mamas,
Twin Desert Eagles
Black talons and a death wish
Blood by the gallons spillin' out
Now you a mess, bitch
Dirty play for money, extra Gucci
Snatch
WHAT ULIKE
[VERSE 2]
SIAD LET ME WHISPER IN YO EAR LIKE THE YING YANG TWINS
I KNO ITS GOOD AND U WANNA BRAG ABOUT IT TELL ALL
YO FRIENDS JUST KNO IF
in Gucci flops
Franchise Boyz, y'all lean in rocks (y'all lean in rocks)
Snatch yo' bitch 'cause I'm a flirt
Ying Yang Twins, whistle while you
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