Ying Yang Twins

Ying Yang Twins - Ying Yang In This Thang lyrics

[Chorus 1]

Get to the floor, aint no time run

Ying Yang in this thang, let me ya twurk sum' [x2]

[Chorus 2]

Ying Yang in this thang, (Ying Yang) [x4]

[Chorus 3]

Pop that pussy like you suppose to to

Shack that ass like it - that's for Lou

Like 2 Pac all eyes on you

Make a nigga horny like 2 Live Crew

[Verse 1]

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 tope, but one down low

Ask them hoes if bout to to take it to the floor, HA

[Verse 2]

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, wanna 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 hin, gettin drunk

Pop that pussy and getta nigga crunk

[Chorus 4]

I say them niggas wanna hate, it's all in the game

We gon make them pop that pussy, Ying Yang in this thang [x2]

[Chorus 2: x4]

[Chorus 3: x1]

[Verse 4]

You knew it all along, my pussy was hot

Everytime you licked the cat, it was like a fuckin hot

Now I cant 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)

Hoodrats in this thang (Come here)

Hoodrats in this thang (Come here)

Hoodrats in this thang (Come here)

Hoodrats in this thang (Come here)

[Chorus 4: x2]

[Chorus 2: x4]

[Chorus 3: x1]

[Verse 5]

Lets keep it real, lets keep it real, now heres the deal

Some hoes be pussy poppin for a fuckin happy meal

They phony, they direspect, they get neglect

They all up on the stage, it the mitch match sets

White top, pink drawers on, what in the fuck did they call you

Need ta go to the drawin board, you dont get the free award

What we like, juicy booty bitches, with the fat friends

Fake hoes get 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)

[Chorus 4: x2]

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