Ay Caramba by TRAQULA Lyrics
[Chorus: TRAQULA]
In the back (Huh), In the front (Huh)
In the drop top (Huh), I ain't gotta stunt (Huh)
In the back (Huh), In the front (Huh)
In the drop top (Huh), smoking on a blunt (Huh)
In the back (Huh), In the front (Huh)
In the drop top (Huh), I ain't gotta stunt (Huh)
In the back (Huh), In the front (Huh)
In the drop top (Huh), smoking on a blunt (Huh)
[Verse 1: TRAQULA]
Ayy, your bad lil' mama on the 'gram with her ass out
Shit’s so hot, I need to eat the ass out
Hood girl but she got a lil' class now
Fucked up in the back wit' the glass down
Yeah, I ain’t even gotta flex
I be pullin’ hoes, I ain’t even gotta text
With the one-two and the one-five, but she eighteen
Ass fat, I can see her on the A-Team
Uh, phat with a PH
If we’re takin’ time, I ain’t ever gon' be late
Back-to-back smashin’, lookin’ like a damn relay
Smash Bros, but I really can’t be gay
[Bridge: TRAQULA]
Uh, might go and find a MILF
Sugar mama, she gon’ pay me all my bills
Kinda like Brandi Love or DeVille
I’m just saying, yeah, I gotta keep it real
[Chorus: TRAQULA]
In the back (Huh), In the front (Huh)
In the drop top (Huh), I ain't gotta stunt (Huh)
In the back (Huh), In the front (Huh)
In the drop top (Huh), smoking on a blunt (Huh)
In the back (Huh), In the front (Huh)
In the drop top (Huh), I ain't gotta stunt (Huh)
In the back (Huh), In the front (Huh)
In the drop top (Huh), smoking on a blunt (Huh)
[Verse 2: Zay Jay]
Yeah, yeah
Got the ass shakin’ with the little beat, yeah
Heard baby got back so I had to see, yeah
Just bought a Maro and I live without a fee, yeah
Got blue bands and that’s all a nigga need, yeah
You got, two buns and it got my weenie up
Talkin’ bout cravin’, then we really need to fuck
You got that ass and I got that cash
So, I guess I really need to go and set that meeting up
Your lips look sweet like ice cream
Slurp a nigga soul just like a huge Icee
Swallow my kiddos and they look just like me
Talk about wit’ the mouth, dude, don’t bite me
So, uh, less talkin’, more action
Let’s meet in the back and bring napkins
Bring one of your friends, I keep askin’
'Cause I’m tearin’ that ass and we dashin’
[Chorus: TRAQULA]
In the back (Huh), In the front (Huh)
In the drop top (Huh), I ain't gotta stunt (Huh)
In the back (Huh), In the front (Huh)
In the drop top (Huh), smoking on a blunt (Huh)
In the back (Huh), In the front (Huh)
In the drop top (Huh), I ain't gotta stunt (Huh)
In the back (Huh), In the front (Huh)
In the drop top (Huh), smoking on a blunt (Huh)
In the back (Huh), In the front (Huh)
In the drop top (Huh), I ain't gotta stunt (Huh)
In the back (Huh), In the front (Huh)
In the drop top (Huh), smoking on a blunt (Huh)
In the back (Huh), In the front (Huh)
In the drop top (Huh), I ain't gotta stunt (Huh)
In the back (Huh), In the front (Huh)
In the drop top (Huh), smoking on a blunt (Huh)
[Verse 1: TRAQULA]
Ayy, your bad lil' mama on the 'gram with her ass out
Shit’s so hot, I need to eat the ass out
Hood girl but she got a lil' class now
Fucked up in the back wit' the glass down
Yeah, I ain’t even gotta flex
I be pullin’ hoes, I ain’t even gotta text
With the one-two and the one-five, but she eighteen
Ass fat, I can see her on the A-Team
Uh, phat with a PH
If we’re takin’ time, I ain’t ever gon' be late
Back-to-back smashin’, lookin’ like a damn relay
Smash Bros, but I really can’t be gay
[Bridge: TRAQULA]
Uh, might go and find a MILF
Sugar mama, she gon’ pay me all my bills
Kinda like Brandi Love or DeVille
I’m just saying, yeah, I gotta keep it real
[Chorus: TRAQULA]
In the back (Huh), In the front (Huh)
In the drop top (Huh), I ain't gotta stunt (Huh)
In the back (Huh), In the front (Huh)
In the drop top (Huh), smoking on a blunt (Huh)
In the back (Huh), In the front (Huh)
In the drop top (Huh), I ain't gotta stunt (Huh)
In the back (Huh), In the front (Huh)
In the drop top (Huh), smoking on a blunt (Huh)
[Verse 2: Zay Jay]
Yeah, yeah
Got the ass shakin’ with the little beat, yeah
Heard baby got back so I had to see, yeah
Just bought a Maro and I live without a fee, yeah
Got blue bands and that’s all a nigga need, yeah
You got, two buns and it got my weenie up
Talkin’ bout cravin’, then we really need to fuck
You got that ass and I got that cash
So, I guess I really need to go and set that meeting up
Your lips look sweet like ice cream
Slurp a nigga soul just like a huge Icee
Swallow my kiddos and they look just like me
Talk about wit’ the mouth, dude, don’t bite me
So, uh, less talkin’, more action
Let’s meet in the back and bring napkins
Bring one of your friends, I keep askin’
'Cause I’m tearin’ that ass and we dashin’
[Chorus: TRAQULA]
In the back (Huh), In the front (Huh)
In the drop top (Huh), I ain't gotta stunt (Huh)
In the back (Huh), In the front (Huh)
In the drop top (Huh), smoking on a blunt (Huh)
In the back (Huh), In the front (Huh)
In the drop top (Huh), I ain't gotta stunt (Huh)
In the back (Huh), In the front (Huh)
In the drop top (Huh), smoking on a blunt (Huh)