Lyrics to Ay Ya Ya Ya
That's a hundred points
Ayy, pull up to the club like let's slide
I ain't tryna start a ride with you, lookin' for the vibes
Pretty little mamacita, oh my
Yes, she got a body like
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
¿Cómo estás? I'ma floss, I'm a boss
If you ain't a bad bitch, kick rocks, get lost
Knock a hater off, what's that cost? What's that cost?
Hey, shake it for me, baby, shake it off, shake it off
Dick up on me, baby, at the loft, at the loft
Slob up on my knob, baby, cough, baby, cough
I'ma beat that pussy on the couch, on the couch
Stick it in her pelvis, screamin', "Ouch", yellin', "Ouch"
I can't spend the night, I'm a boss, I'm a boss
When you in my presence, then you better make it count
Flexin' like a motherfucker, got a bigger mount
Passport ready, ready, ready to get stamped
Fucked her on the dresser and we knockin' out the lamp
Don't know 'bout the coffee, tryna get another round
Custo hit Milani, tryna get another pound
If it's up, then it's up, then it's really goin' down
Ayy, pull up to the club like let's slide
I ain't tryna start a ride with you, lookin' for the vibes
Pretty little mamacita, oh my
Yes, she got a body like
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pretty little mamacita, oh my
Some think that she Puerto Rican, ayy, ayy
I just met her at the Four Seasons in Hawaii
Off that 1942 tequila with a lime
Brazilian bikini with a peach, swear to God
Them bottoms get lost in them cheeks, swear to God
My bitch so bad, I won't cheat, swear to God
I spent eleven racks on these teeth, gold teeth, God
Bring me the watches and the chains and the rings
I just got a pedicure, yeah, from Ming Ling
Yeah, I'm from L.A. like the Dodgers and the Kings
Lakers versus Clippers, yeah, on the floor seats
We in a club and we turnt up (Turnt up)
I cut her off, now she burned out (Burned out)
I bought Chanel for my new bitch
I spent a hundred on this Cuban
Ayy, pull up to the club like let's slide
I ain't tryna start a ride with you, lookin' for the vibes
Pretty little mamacita, oh my
Yes, she got a body like
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, pull up to the club like let's slide
I ain't tryna start a ride with you, lookin' for the vibes
Pretty little mamacita, oh my
Yes, she got a body like
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
¿Cómo estás? I'ma floss, I'm a boss
If you ain't a bad bitch, kick rocks, get lost
Knock a hater off, what's that cost? What's that cost?
Hey, shake it for me, baby, shake it off, shake it off
Dick up on me, baby, at the loft, at the loft
Slob up on my knob, baby, cough, baby, cough
I'ma beat that pussy on the couch, on the couch
Stick it in her pelvis, screamin', "Ouch", yellin', "Ouch"
I can't spend the night, I'm a boss, I'm a boss
When you in my presence, then you better make it count
Flexin' like a motherfucker, got a bigger mount
Passport ready, ready, ready to get stamped
Fucked her on the dresser and we knockin' out the lamp
Don't know 'bout the coffee, tryna get another round
Custo hit Milani, tryna get another pound
If it's up, then it's up, then it's really goin' down
Ayy, pull up to the club like let's slide
I ain't tryna start a ride with you, lookin' for the vibes
Pretty little mamacita, oh my
Yes, she got a body like
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pretty little mamacita, oh my
Some think that she Puerto Rican, ayy, ayy
I just met her at the Four Seasons in Hawaii
Off that 1942 tequila with a lime
Brazilian bikini with a peach, swear to God
Them bottoms get lost in them cheeks, swear to God
My bitch so bad, I won't cheat, swear to God
I spent eleven racks on these teeth, gold teeth, God
Bring me the watches and the chains and the rings
I just got a pedicure, yeah, from Ming Ling
Yeah, I'm from L.A. like the Dodgers and the Kings
Lakers versus Clippers, yeah, on the floor seats
We in a club and we turnt up (Turnt up)
I cut her off, now she burned out (Burned out)
I bought Chanel for my new bitch
I spent a hundred on this Cuban
Ayy, pull up to the club like let's slide
I ain't tryna start a ride with you, lookin' for the vibes
Pretty little mamacita, oh my
Yes, she got a body like
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
