D4l - Laffy Taffy (Remix) lyrics

Hey, Hey

Yeah

Hey

Well you know

What

It's Busta Rhymes and D4L in this motherfucker, fo' sho'

The remix, the remix

Ay

Ayo

I heard a couple of niggaz been tryin to take the dance

y'all nigga created from y'all and shit it's funny tho

I rather see that bitches do it

Here we go

I'm lookin' for Mrs. Bubble Gum

I'm Mr. Chik-O-Stick

I wanna (dun dun dunt)(oh)

Cause you so thick

Girls call me Jolly Rancher

Cause I stay so hard

You can suck me for a long time

(Oh my God!)

Girl this ain't no dance flo'

This a candy sto'

And I'm really geeked up

And I got mo' dro'

I wop? I roll

It's all I do

It's the summer time

But yo laffy taffy got me cold (oh)

Gone get loose (oh)

Gone get low (oh)

Don't be shy

Hoe I'm Faybo (oh)

I know you wanna ride

You a star and it shows

(well tell 'em, damn whassup, whassup let's go, let's go, let's go)

Girl, shake that laffy taffy

That laffy taffy

Shake that laffy taffy

That laffy taffy

Girl, shake that laffy taffy

That laffy taffy

That laffy taffy (candy girl)

That laffy taffy

Mr. Chocolate Chocolate lookin for who choppin it

Shake yo laffy taffy and I like the way she droppin it

Big ol ass I see ya ho

Put her in a video xxx flick and we filmed it at the studio

Aww shit there she go, dancin nasty on the flo'

Po' the Grey Goose bottle right up in her booty hole

Ain't neva seen that before look at how she doin it

Leep the camera rollin because she about to start chewin it

I run the candy store

And I got mo sugah than Trick and Cee-Lo

If ya got a sweet tooth girl I got ya flavor

You can have it yo way either Now or Later

My chico stick is a real Lifesaver

And I feed 'em Lil' Debbies cause I ain't gone cake 'em

It's Lo, Fabo bust a move then stunt

When I came up in the club and you know what we want

Say baby girl

Ay what you gon' do

I got a hundred ones

I wanna po' on you

Just keep that ass shakin'

And I keep tippin' you

While I sit back like a playa

And sip that grey goose

Feelin' all loose

Cause girl you on yo job

You got my dick hard

The way you touch them toes

Workin' them micros

On the stilletos

You made it skeet skeet skeet

Like a water hose (candy girl)

Got me goin' in my pocket pullin' out mo' dough

Let the waitress know I need to order, five hundred mo'

You best believe later on we headed to the mo'

So gone and pack them bags

And let's motherfuckin' go

I'm waitin' on yo fine ass

At the front do'

Girl, you don't know

I'ma toss the laffy taffy

Toss it, flip it, and slap it

Bust a couple of nuts

And get right back at it

Shawty you can get up in my whip and you can bring a couple of ya friends

Make sure their waist small with a bubble big ol ass

Where they need a lil help just to get in my bed

Where they can spread it wide open and suck on my Lemonhead

Now spread that ass a lil bit more let me get up in the coochie hole

Now how many licks does it take to get up in the center of my Tootsie Roll

Now tell me mami I'm a watch now do ya lil low drop

Come and do it again Charleston Chew up on my Blow Pop

I love 'em thick and stallion and stat niggaz know the answer

Horseback bowlegged bitches like a Jolly Rancher

Said chick come talk to a nigga real quick

Get in my phantom backseat let me give you that Chico Stick

The way I give it to her shorty know that I'm a make it cream

While she be playin with my balls or Boston Baked Beans now

Baby bounce dat ass and shake it all around until it slap me

And show you with a thousand singles shake yo laffy taffy